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the color of security


I open my eyes and i see colors,

I see red, blue, orange and indigo.

I don't like the color yellow,

It looks ugly.

Yet i do like blue,

Blue relaxes me, 

yet it also chokes me.

I try to leave blue but as such is the ocean,

it only pulls me in closer.

Yellow still extends its end to me,

But its appearence drives me away.

In the end I was stuck in the abyss of blue,

my blue tears, my blue face, and blue heart.

I closed my eyes and hoped to see yellow once more.

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M.P. Martinez

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