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blue blue blue blue. she was pale, like a ghost. maybe she was one. pale. blue. she was smiling at me. her lips were blue. dark blue. her silver fingers tapped along the desk. she had a blue pen. uncapped, poised to write. blue ink flowed out; the pen broke, ink spilling on her hands. she didn't mind. she told me she liked blue. she is dead.
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
blue girl
blue blue blue blue. she was pale, like a ghost. maybe she was one. pale. blue. she was smiling at me. her lips were blue. dark blue. her silver fingers tapped along the desk. she had a blue pen. uncapped, poised to write. blue ink flowed out; the pen broke, ink spilling on her hands. she didn't mind. she told me she liked blue. she is dead.
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
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