Blue crunch

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State of Sadness

The eruption of my love

The breakthrough of my laughter

The openness of my soul

The acceptance of my mind

 

I’ve managed to lose it all

My mind has erased the ideas 

No longer focused on love

Solely attached to sadness

 

Each blue drop,

Each red drop,

Each purple drop.

 

I’ve managed,

Here I am.

There you are,

’We’ is no longer.

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