It's no longer blue

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All the private details of your face have been stolen.

And you were left scattered among the faces

And you were granted when you were granted

A lock, not a speaking mouth

And chains without ribs

And you were on your own to return

It remains like a memory, longing to be relived.

You were removed from the flock of doves, reassured.

And it was added to the flock of pigeons

terrifying

And she was buried in the unseen, which will never be seen.

And in secret, which they will not hear