Film Photography by Siri Garrett-Olin
Blue like the color, the sensation, or the shine of the moon
Like the sound of a soft tune
You say you feel lost, but not quite
Like the mint flavored gum that's stuck to my shoe
You have made friends with the term foresight
People seem to love all the little things you do
You like to look at the lights as day turns to night
And play music for an empty room
You say you feel lost, but that doesn't sound right
Like the sway of a soft swoon
You can't sit tight
You've never been one to hide
You can't, because you're blue like the sky
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