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Jun 2017
Everything is blue,
his pills,
his hands,
his jeans.
And now I'm covered in the colors
Pull apart at the seams.
And it's blue.

Everything is grey,
his hair,
his smoke,
his dreams.
And now he's so devoid of color,
he don't know what it means.

and it's blue
Taylor Perkins
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Taylor Perkins  SC, United States
(SC, United States)   
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