Blue Barry the person, not the fruit.
The joker of my life.
The tricks played on me.
The lies that are thrown at me.
I drank his posion that made me
blind into seeing the world
differently.
Made me in love,
falling for his traps.
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Poetry#poetry_1 The peel of a blueberry is tasteless but what matters is sweetness of the inside.
