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Jun 2022
Despite the title
I'm made with blue berries
That bleed a red hue
Into the sea

Leave me drowing in the whirlpool of blades
Add sugar, creamer, and milk to celebrate my defeat

Against the blades I stand, I see a red leave my body
But the red turns to pink as it touches the sea

The crowd cheers for the strawberry milk
But only blueberries know the blood polluting the sea
Lunar Roses
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