That mysterious woman could knock a man dead - bright eyes that carry him in cold water and blue.

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That mysterious woman could knock a man dead - bright eyes that carry him in cold water and blue.
I was in a blue streak - until I suddenly found myself.
A despondent blue period rose in my deep self, with hours squandered, but alas, today, for some reason a wistful feeling stopped me in the uncomfortable.
My mind barren in blue mood. My eyes daze over with shock swimming in my brain.
I am a vampire as my senses fed involuntarily on the world. I can't stop looking - the glow of the air, and deep lovely blue are a taste blazing with color.