Blue

Fuck the asks
Just ride just ride
Away and on far
The taste was on par
With something you had
In a dream
The flavor of soft voice hope
or cucumber cream ale
Olfactory insanity
roses on a vanity
We taste the drops
In mood and quality
But shore it up with valor

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