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May 2015
blue
and all the colours point to blue
and i arrive at her house
and its all blue
and her cars outside
so i presume she’s in
and swig some whiskey
and climb a fence which
looks blue in my vision
and i'm in a garden
that should be green
but its blue
i got the blues
i climb up into her window
carefully on blue vines
and sit on the blue ledge
looking to mellow skies
i tap twice but carefully
incase she’s sleeping with someone new
climb in and say
i’m sorry
so sorry
i’ve got the blues
Sophie Elizabeth Bishop
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Sophie Elizabeth Bishop  London
(London)   
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