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The closest thing
to the indigo I long for,
that still clings
to it's place in the
The one my eyes
drifted towards
to carve these
The pigment
my eyes were
before the deepness
of my thoughts
clouded the
coloured glimmer
The ocean,
lithe and calm
on the surface,
hiding murky,
dreaded secrets
the color of
a piece of me
you see, but
usually ignore
In time
it will change
but time is like blue
and both
are unpredictable,

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