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Apr 2022
The mood is blue,
The day is blue,
The red has taken over.
The red is clean,
Close and pure.
The red washing at the blue.
The blue is true,
The red cuts through,
This purple mess is mine.
Its royal blue, as red bleeds through,
My blue man walks on by.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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