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This poem is my blue child

From a marriage of my tired mind

And my melancholic soul

Wept from the eye of a ragged pen

These indigo word tears grow and multiply

Like dividing embryonic cells

And with this odd nativity

I clumsily cut the cord

Unleash my offspring upon this turbulent world

And await its reception with love and fear