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Prussian
Out of the blue blues
It stains the walls blue
Turns my lips blue
My heart pumps blue
I breathe the air blue
My cold hands are blue
My feet dark and blue
Mind over matter blue
Will I drown
Will I float
Will I come
Out of the blue?
It stains the walls blue
Turns my lips blue
My heart pumps blue
I breathe the air blue
My cold hands are blue
My feet dark and blue
Mind over matter blue
Will I drown
Will I float
Will I come
Out of the blue?
Published 18th May 2020
| Edited 25th Oct 2020
Author's Note
Thanks to david from Café critique, this poem feels more alive now.
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