Blue Moon

Blue Moon

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There used to be a time

When I wrote tonnes of love poems

And sent them to you at midnight.

Now they have a new bland spice


That paints my words a dark blue

Which used to be red and bright.

I'll keep them hidden in my chest

Hidden from you, you don't want them, you said.

.

But it's best for me, you said,

Right, dark blue has always been

My favorite hue.


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