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Dec 2014
When my blue mood threatens to turn black,
you will show up and tell me my moods are
                                                             ­       azure
                                                    ­               indigo
                                                          ­      cerulean
                                                  ­                  cobalt
                                        ­                    periwinkle
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark,
more like the color of a noon-bright sky.
                                              You bring the sun.
the boy that cried over you
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the boy that cried over you  Arkham Asylum
(Arkham Asylum)   
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