Blue Willow

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doubt. Crying through a
window, as life plays
out. A lonely seat admits the
heavens I sit, trying to
weep but my tears are
spent. Warmth embellishes my
heart, but only for a
moment, reality crashes
back, like a cold dark
blue. Why do I always have to
fight for what I give so
freely?
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Art should never be forced, always inspired.
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