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The Blue that Speaks


It could be as

light as the

sky or as dark

as the sun, blue

is the color that

has always won.

It could be the blue

of saddness or as bright

as my pen. My blue

will always be with

mw until my very end.

My blue is my savior.

If day or night, when

blue turns

to red, I know I'm alright.

The blue in my body that 

flows through my veins,

or the blue on the outside

that drives me absolutley 

insane

It's the blue that

makes me comfortable, 

the blue that always 

stays true

It's the blue that always

sticks by my side. It's 

the same blue that constantly

tells me,

You're safe, and I Love You. 

 

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