Blue
A bottle of wine
ordinary cheese
The foreboding of
the evening breese
Soft honest words
murmured across the station
And silence for
contemplation
Another slice
another drip
As your mind
begins to slip
Across time
across the rhyme
What's real
so intertwined
I can't remember how
to make blue
poem by Midnights Voice
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