A blue dress

Walking around the corridor
Thinking
"Your wish was granted".

Wondering
"Isn't this what you wanted?
Isn't this what you begged for?"

An unexpected splash
Breaks in
With a blue flowered dress.

Like a priceless gift,
Like a mockery.
Hiding my glance in anxiety.

A corridor is shaking
Covered with white flowers.
Leaving it quickly.

Don't turn around.
Don't turn around.
Do not.


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