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The girl I knew, in shades of blue, had forget-me-nots in her hair. Blended in with coiled lazuli locks, cerulean hued hydrangea petals, were an accompaniment to lost forgotten tunes.

Her skin was impossible - a midsummer’s midday with clouds overcast by flaxen freckles, the curve of her lips, the shape of her smile, an ocean I never dared.

The girl I knew in shades of blue, was periwinkle rain, smooth and precious. Mazarine sea glass, infinite, breakable, and sharp. She was the crash of waves and the smell of petrichor.

The palms of her hands bled the neptune and navy of ice, each coral kissed scar a suppressed shiver that trembled from head to heart, to legs to soul.

The girl I knew in shades of blue, was sapphire heat, the flashes of opal seen in the burning embers of a dying star. A cosmic kind of more, no one could ever have.

Violets were her words, dying with each breath. Cornflowers her actions, doldrums of pressed uncertainty.