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Blue is the sky
on the tippy-top of a high building Blue tastes like sour blueberries, squirming in my mouth Blue smells like expired paint in the house Blue sounds like the ocean, rippling on my body and making my body tingle It looks like icky, soft paint oozing down my sparkling dress It makes me sigh because of the beautiful scent. |
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