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Blue Waves

BLUE -- and WHITE against ship, I SEE BLUE -- or rather GREEN of jealousy that it does not hear the movement's SOUND BLUE -- waves' SMELL to give me sign of danger - BLACK BLUE -- I TASTE the spray of VIOLET, seeming BLUE -- FEEL sick in its nerve-shaking CREAM. (White, see, green, sound, smell, black, taste, violet, feel, and cream.) Blue becomes white against the side of ship, I see... Green of jealous waves that they do not hear the sound. I smell the deadly danger that is its vastness, black... I so want to taste the spray of violet, seeming, But I feel sick in this sea's shaking cream of CURLS. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 10/18/2015 Contest - Color Sponsor - TAMMY REAMS 4th place win

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