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Blue isn't just a color. Blue can be many things. Blue is watching the waves spell summer with the sunset on the ocean at Ana Maria. Blue is crying after finishing that wonderful french film and wondering what it would be like to have Leanne's life. Blue is eating your favorite cookie doe ice cream and listening to Bon Jovi. Blue is smelling 'Magnolia Bloom' thinking about your late grandma and missing the sound of her bickering and carefulness. Blue is loving him even when he leaves you at your weakest because he still sounds like art and dead roses aren't so bad. Blue is making every bit of the moon your own on the night of your birthday sitting on the roof drinking Cabernet Franc. Blue is happiness and sunshine. Blue is heartbreak and sleeplessness. Blue is despair and loneliness. Blue is love and pure kindness. Blue is pure. Blue is pure art.
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
The Blues of Poetry
Blue isn't just a color. Blue can be many things. Blue is watching the waves spell summer with the sunset on the ocean at Ana Maria. Blue is crying after finishing that wonderful french film and wondering what it would be like to have Leanne's life. Blue is eating your favorite cookie doe ice cream and listening to Bon Jovi. Blue is smelling 'Magnolia Bloom' thinking about your late grandma and missing the sound of her bickering and carefulness. Blue is loving him even when he leaves you at your weakest because he still sounds like art and dead roses aren't so bad. Blue is making every bit of the moon your own on the night of your birthday sitting on the roof drinking Cabernet Franc. Blue is happiness and sunshine. Blue is heartbreak and sleeplessness. Blue is despair and loneliness. Blue is love and pure kindness. Blue is pure. Blue is pure art.
jasmin-a
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
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