Mood Indigo
My control is not a control
So my change can't be a change.
My new is too neutral
My blue too blue and clue
less.
So we say my change is a changling
girl who refuses to see the sun
I see her indigo summer
and whisper a swift thank you
to a charge that may
change
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Lucy writes for herself because she is a selfish poet, but she sometimes stretches a bit and includes others, too. She is a senior in highschool in Chico, California, has won poetry contests in the local newspaper multiple times, and has had her poetry published in her school's poetry anthology multiple times. She hopes to use her poetry to inspire other selfish poets and keep herself sane.
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