The sound of crying, sobbing, and squealing in pain.
Smells like fresh raindrops.
Blue feels like there is no hope or relief.
Taste like sour blueberries,
not yet to be ripened.
Blue is the lingering sadness in our hearts,
the starry night of the shining stars.
Blue is suffocating, sometime.
Blue is me.
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