indigo

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Indigo irises searched mine

Oh, how I would love to say that I'm fine

But I'm not
You, you have tied me in your thread

And everyday, I feel my self rot
Into a mess of indigo-- Indigo flesh, while bleeding an indigo color, I tread.

Past these walls and halls painted in indigo

I am compelled by your smile to stay, but I must go

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