Blue

Sweet freedom, you arrive every five in a summer breeze, sweeping my hair behind, 

A shower of relief, you bathe me every five, washing away all the to-do’s,

Sugary liberty for two, sweet, sweet liberty, releasing me from you, you, and you.

I drift toward the two away from the five, everything goes blue

Everything goes blue.

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