Her sad bluesA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoin her full-color thinking But I overindulged on icy indigo, and addictive azure and realized it's best to get back to my grays - at least the platinums or silvers that visit me between the blacks and whites of this monotonous life is better than her ice-cold blues
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3 Reviews Added on July 25, 2016 Last Updated on July 25, 2016 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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