blue jasmine
you are not as blue as
that lady who once rode
the streetcar named
desire
and sometimes
there is that question of
beauty
verging on a thin line
of
insanity as it
could be but who would want
that to be
this beauty that you are
jasmine bluer than that
blonde in that old streetcar
already named
desire
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