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Feb 2012
Is this really what it has come to?
I should of known that no sky could ever stay so blue
bluer than the moon, bluer than veins
It's the kind of blue that stains
It's the kind of blue that could never be erased, no matter how hard one may push
Not even erased by a sip of poison or a **** of kush
But just hush
Hush your mind, hush your heart
because this color scheme of blue is whats tearing you apart
its breaking you, destroying you
Killing your soul, in this royal shade of blue
K I R A
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