Cubed Sky

I made a box. It had each side locked. Non of my love would escape. So I locked it away. The sky and the moon. The sun and the stars. Each cloud bathe in hues. I locked them up and kept it far. Little cubes of my love. Was it more cubes of me? Each little box spoke in blue. Vanilla twilight; The sun sets in you. Cubed sky, lover of mine.

 Each blue, bathe for you. 

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