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in its category:
Why is blue
universal
for sorrow?

What if
your sorrow
tastes more 
like a mother
watching their child
fade away 
of starvation?

flavorless
except 
the salt
in tears

Or

What if it smells 
of burned flesh
after found
sitting
in a bomb’s way

or 

is it felt like 
the searing of skin
flashed by shrapnel
on your way to fill
your tin with food?

is this blue
like sorrow
red like anger
or maybe only 
the whites of eyes
filled with greed

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