I have the blues.
I have both.
I made the blue
t ' love, sharing
the bleussures.
Blue
hates the cloud, it is
fruity
smart, takes
Runaway train, following the
humdrum life derailed
a tad blue
then saw the storm coming
,
think of the spicy life
that wound, the blood draw
blue.
petals life need
droplets and not a hurricane.
Then he puts his glasses opaque
not to see
ephemeral happiness that died in the sea
Karl Chaboum
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