You were green. You were Birds sitting on tree tops, singing their song.
Clarke was blue, and blue was not that.
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(One Shot, first one I've ever written don't be too harsh)
You were green. You were Birds sitting on tree tops, singing their song.
Clarke was blue, and blue was not that.
------ one chapter story --------
(One Shot, first one I've ever written don't be too harsh)