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Purple and Blue
Staring at the wall,
reflecting anxious dreams
I fall.
Downward, downward.
To the top.
Peak again before I drop.
Lullabye so rich so clean,
whatever stupid poets mean.
I'm cast aside.
I'm filled with doubt.
It's upside-down.
I'm inside-out.
Look out the window,
filled with fear.
Flamingoes shead
their neon tears.
We all cry this way,
ain't it true?
Sadness expressed,
in our own hues.
Give it up,
I'm bound to lose.
I cry tonight
in purples and blues.
*I don't know what this is...this kinda stuff is all I can write right now, what do you think?*
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"The trouble with poets is they talk too much."
-Paul Mulvey
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