you wake in
a dreamland
where everything's
blue
a blue moon
sits high in
a midnight blue
sky
a sprinkling of
frost twinkles
blue underfoot
and although you
have no mirror to
confirm your
suspicion
you fear the tip
of your nose's
gone blue
from the cold
despite the oddity
of this world
turned blue
you feel quite at
home here
and decide to
remain
just then you
are jolted
awake once again
this time
in surroundings
where the
colors are right
lacking that
mystically magic
blue light
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