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Blueberries are for sad days
Breezes are for days when you feel
You could lift the moon
Sunlight is for those subliminal moments
When darkness is unfathomable
Because everything is so good
Cranberries are for the times when
One is so angry that the fire can be felt
Rising up from your soul
And into your throat
The bluest skies are to compare
With the indifferent grey ones
And my life is a collection of it all.
When you hear a whisper,
Be ready
For someone is ready to leave you
When tears fall be sure they’re
Falling because they’re unwanted
And when you remember your losses
Try to think of what you’ve gained in spite of them
And whose losses are they to begin with?
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