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Dream Of Indian Pequot BlueIndian Pequot Blue sifting through the days, the hours of my mid-September years always with the dream of you being pursued. How quickly your magic soul has come and gone, become changing and new blending into this heart in shades of Indian Pequot Blue. Indian Pequot Blue always looking, hoping to find you. Just when I think you've been found, you disappear without a sound. Are you a star? Or just a dream in the distance, a light shining from afar? I've waited a lifetime for you to be one of the few, a comfort, a joy, in my last years with the promise of Indian Pequot Blue. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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