Blue


She went around tasting  blue cars and inky dusks

so much 

that when clouds grew heavy

with cotton colored grey

her teardrops 

formed little puddles 

where poetry 

was found 

sloshing over her boots

splashing 

over her shoulders 

til even the cuffs of her sleeves…

tasted like 

ink

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