blue
why
must
you
lie.
i know
the truth may be a fragile thing
with wings like a butterfly and thoughts like feathers that land oh so soft on your face
until
it
digs
deep
burrowing underneath your flesh and into your soul
delivering blows that crack it just a bit more
the way that only truth can
but blue is only a feeling
-blue
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