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Into the Blue
Never before had he known a colour touch him that way,
This indigo held a tenderness and cool warmth which confused him.
And yet,
As the neon lights dimmed and harsh sounds abated,
He felt drawn to the dark, to go in search of his liberty
And yet
Like a dimmed aquamarine siren, it called to and reassured him,
He would be safe, it would hold him in its arms, nothing could, woul...
Saturday 25th January 2020 12:30 pm
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