Blue

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The echo of your voice haunts me,
Like the cry of a pet long dead,
The scent of your skin surrounds me,
Along with all the words you've said.

I was a fresh clean slate,
Now I have been drenched in blue.
A miserable color has coated my fate,
Oh, what is a girl to do?

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