my blue boy

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if he were a color he would be blue.

not a melancholy blue, but the blue that feels like home. the first ocean after a long winter.

the inviting high tide on an early morning shore.

calm. infinite.

you submerge yourself in him.

lose yourself in the depth.

delight yourself in the serenity.

he is not one shade, but every shade.

he reveals his wonder in light, and radiates his glow in darkness.

he is soft, but vibrant.

he is light and airy.

he is so profound and engulfing.

he is my blue boy.

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