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Blue

The color of hate

Honest faced stare

With a nest of hair ties

To pull back the clouds

Dressed with a smile

The flavor of lemons

Reach a hand 

Take my candy colored

Eyes

They've always been yours

I gave them to you

For the living dawn

And the dream spilt night

Lately

As the stars dry up

And the life seems dark

And the people still weep rivers

Through empty sockets

While children awake to find

Their mother's dried up soul

Stolen by the cold night

And their eyes that saw for their children

Gone

Lately

Blue 

the color of hate

Seems the only eyes

Left