Bloo.
- Sarah D. Baker
- Dec 28, 2020
- 1 min read
She was blue,
like the sky.
Only, we’re
white and her
words are normal.
They‘re grey
like yours and mine.
No, I cannot
tell you how or
why she’s blue
like the sky
but looking at
you, it’s blue
I see.
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