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Blue White Black

When you see the white, it is close

much closer than when you see me

the white surrounds by the endless blue

as blue as your heart,

sorrowfully yearning for unconstraint

 

you dream one day owning a pair of white wings

but restrict by rambling branches and tendrils

from a tree named relationship

always grows on the edge of love and pain

 

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