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"But how could you live and have no story to tell?" ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Blue…

Jul 4, 2024
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Heaven draped around a lad, he knew it was his end

A melancholy unheard by someone who he craved

He cried, he cried, he cried all night for the sweet respite

The lady was nowhere to be seen, she had met her end

A peculiar one she was; always on his head

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Rare as a blue rose, and oh so fiery red!

He seemed to adorn true love, but love was on the bed

Dead and cold and so sublime, he swore she was dead

To accompany her was his last wish

But where? To what end?

Oh my lad, my sad lad

Beckoning to be friends…

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"But how could you live and have no story to tell?" ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky