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The Color Blue

Representative of the Ocean;

The under side of galaxies -

depths that man will never come to know,

But will foolishly never cease to search to for.

The tips of waves

Caressing the shore line to meet man once again,

Though it draws its feeble hand back often.

The color blue is

The moment after grieving,

The emptying of great seas.

Temporary peace.

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Written by
alexis-kees
Published
Mar 20, 2015
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idk what this is

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