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My Blue Skin

  • Jul 25, 2017
  • 1 min read

Blue, the color of my eyes,

as they stare upon the last leaf

barely clinging to the branches

in the middle of summer.

Blue, the color of my hand,

as it touches the walls

of the place I used to call home,

the place which now holds only whispers

of the past.

Blue, the color of my hair

blowing wildly

even though the wind has left.

Blue, the color of my feet

walking upon the cracks of earth

leaving no footprints

as I feel the cold sand against my toes.

My blue skin,

enveloping me,

trapping me

in my blue, blue world.

 
 
 

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