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Feb 2014
He's staring at me with his little black eyes,
trying to see all that he can see.
Why can't we live in the same place,
you've given me love,
you've given me shelter,
you've fed me well,
why can't we be together?
Why am I blue when you are white,
you look like my mother her eyes were cold as ice.
Her eyes were cold as ice, but inside she had melted,
her warmth left me filled with hope when we were forcibly parted.
It is dark in this room but we sit and we stare we see each other,
looks don't matter,
so why can't we be together?

I reply to those eyes, "you and me, Little Blue, you and me forever."
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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