The smooth cobalt
of a sky you can’t touch,
not so much that you can’t reach
but that if you did, it might swallow
you whole
Day: November 5, 2020
We’re indigo girls, Our tears heavier than blue, Our thoughts darker than purple, We’re indigo girls
trees falling barren, greying,
but they’re fun I guess?..
I do wonder sometimes,
how something so small,
as a little blink…
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