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Blue

I am blue today
A colour that I never have been
Always  black or pink or purple
Some saturdays I'm red

I found my shoes today
Right where I left them
Not at all where they should be
Ghosts in footwear creak, creak outside my room

But they weren't blue
Not like hand stamps
Or water bottles
They were black like nothing

Creeping, but not very we'll
Because they make that high heel sound
The one that shat me during school exams
Poor me

Blue makes my hand cramp
And my eyes glaze
Like a donut
But not a very good one

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  • sevnsyn silver member
    March 9, 2009
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    I must say this took my mind off things..Warm wishes my friend!