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If ever...As always
blue finds its way to my landlocked heart
and sets up shop
selling damaged goods
to naive children wanting to purchase baubles and trinkets
trainsets and tops.

To date...Of late,
lyrical deception being the order of the day
I make my plunge into the cove
where farewells are bid to blue
and its worn path into a formerly sacred soil, now
muck and mire.

If only to be
forever free,
I'd kiss the earth once dear to me.