colour blue

the girl with the blue hair bled outside of the lines like the overdose of colour in the comics that she read. big eyes and big lips - the girls on the pages had hearts for eyes and tears of fat diamonds. their sadness so precious. their affection spans shaped like rainbows in the big big blue. she liked all the colours. the girl with the blue hair painted her lips in the new york cold for life should be livid, life should be vivid. and she wanted the colours inside of her blue. like inking a sketch she filled herself up. i was silent when this meant she threw herself at countless walls to call the carnage 'art' - see how the girl with the blue hair became an artist.

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