Little blue girl and her little blue tears.
She's counted as an outcast by her red red peers.
Her heart ripped in pieces by the black lies.
The hand that wipes her purple tears as she cries.
The smell of red door perfume as she lets her roar.
And suddenly every thing will be okay.
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My Little Bubble
PoetryA bubble wraps around her-its almost suffocating. A collection of poems.
