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Sep 2019
Do you think of me as oft as I, you?
You make me so blue, so blue, so blue.

Fresh sheets out the wash, and a pillow sham or two:
My bed wrapped in a soft blue, a soft-soft blue-blue.

I wait on my porch in a dress so brand new.
I match the sky, we are bathing in blue.

Tears on my dress, on my sheets, on your knees,
You wrap me and dip me in blue, blue, blue, blue.
Written by
seraph  19/F
(19/F)   
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     ---, Colm, Kate Copeland and Bogdan Dragos
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