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blue day
felt vacant
like a house
freshly abandoned
no more
abuzz
no more
alive
no more
a home
sometimes
something amiss
is far worse
than missing
everything
amongst the colors
of the spectrum
just one
when it crosses
the prism
of life
blue
its hue
spans the horizon
sorry dear
it ain't
that void
i dread
but not
far off it
either
.
Published 20th Jul 2020
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