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Blue



                  Cut me from blue skies,

                  Wash me with rain,

                  The wind took my smile,

                  Again.



                  Build me a new soul,

                  Use something better,

                  Don't take such mean measure,

                  This time.



                  Give me some soft words,

                  To speak from a blunt tongue,

                  Let me like kindness,

                  Please.



                  I'm worn from this knowing,

                  I'm tired of not changing,

                  Let me go back there,

                  Home.

                  ~

by Mark Lawrence