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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