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(rewrite, repost) Amnesiacs
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Amnesiacs
Blue moods can lie
Or amplify truth
Colloid in regions of a soul
Blues gives reflections
Like broken mirrors
We live under the gaze of poets
Calling us to task
Whispering in our ear
To be unafraid
To subdue cheerful robots
To deliberate with happy slaves
To refuse to wear yokes of shame
A blue deep as ...
Wednesday 2nd October 2013 12:52 am
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