Indigo notes in a purple sky
That's what daybreak looked like today
And plasticky blue at the petrol pump
When I saw a stranger look away.
At dinner then, I noticed a girl
In a lace cutout dress in Arctic glaze
And periwinkle flints on a hanky
That I burned on a whim, in a haze.
Agate is the shade of lostliness
That enters an empty home and invades
Today I could bear one more day
Because I saw blue in all its shades.
And periwinkle flints on a hanky
That I burned on a whim, in a haze.
Agate is the shade of lostliness
That enters an empty home and invades
Today I could bear one more day
Because I saw blue in all its shades.
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