Blue

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He made me feel blue

Not flying in the sky

Nor calm like the still seas

But like the darkness of the night

Covered and seen by none

He made me feel blue

Like I rarely mattered

Aeons and blue moons

before I was ever remembered

You never took me as matter as taking space

I was a background noise

Effervescent and drifting away

A wasp of brown smoke going away

Circling around your epicentre

Smoke with no substance

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