nonsense poem

They always ask why the sky is blue but never why I am so very blue

I am bluer than the deepest parts of the ocean

I am more bitter than the first sip of coffee

I am more afraid than a lost child in the depths of a crowded supermarket

I am as useful as dulled razor

I am just as forgettable as I wish to be

I am nothing more than a breeze.

 

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