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I always loved blue–
the blue sky
the blue ocean
my little blue pen.
I painted oceans on canvas
in various shades of blue.

But today, I am blue with
every bitter memory I have
of you.
You said I had
a diamond heart.

Is that why
you crushed it –
thought it wouldn't hurt?
As much as I wanted to

I could never hate you

my love was too strong

for hate to stand a chance.
Follow your internal song
to a place where
string and brass
lie waiting to be woken alive
with your fresh breath;
The world is all music for
curious hands and
ears ready to
listen and
play its
tune.
Your voice, haunting
A dark forest in the night,
rooted in legend.
stripped of delusion
stark truth is painfully freeing
or painfully revealing
but truth stands all the same
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