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Dec 2015
Describe the color blue without using the word blue.*

It is the color of her eyes as you talk to her at five in the morning, just before the sun rises up. It's the color of her skin, illuminated by the hues of the skiesβ€”pale, cold, and fragile yet all at the same time safe. It's the feeling of her fingers left untouched by someone whose hands could fit perfectly in hers like puzzle pieces. It's the pulse of her heart as you walk up in her front door while she acts like she isn't home. It's the color of the waves crashing inside her brain, a mind so engulfed by an ocean of thoughts it's difficult to sway along. It's the color of her body as she walks away from you, almost like drowningβ€”the weight crushing her slowly and then, dead all at once. It's the color of her tears, as she realizes how awful it had to be to leave you when what you two had could've been something more but will never be.
Miguel Soliman
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Miguel Soliman
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