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Blue

It is her darkest night
But all she sees is light;
Blue and blue
Flashing through
The windows and the blinds,
Flooding fragile minds.
But they are too late,
She meets her fate
As blue lights hypnotise
Her, through closed eyes
Until she fades
And for the first and last time, gets her way.
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