The blueness is not sadness or regret,nor the colour of a teardrop. It is not a reflection, not the depth of her eye,nothing like the blue of the sky. The fan does not keep her cool,but hides the imperfect smile, the chipped tooth behind her lipsthat snags on words she does not say. Even the […]
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