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if she turns a shade
it will be royal blue
i know the color is mellow
because under my skin
runs a similar hue
the years chip away
smooth to ragged
distant cries
silenced by white pupils
rivers flow
they rush the bends
never stop
to take a drink
parched banks reveal
where it all ends
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pure random
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its funny when i saw the title i automatically thought royal blue and lo and behold its in your poem! what a lovely poem it is, and the randomness is very obvious but in a great way. <3




