What if I was the stuff kids make castles from, dig me out, upset me?
What if I was a blue bucket full of water, and a droplet joined me, only to disturb every depth I've known?
What if I was the breeze, cut and tarnished as I blew from the ocean out towards the unforgiving arms of cities?
What if I was the orange of the street lamp looking down on a monsoon, a lonely bird, a couple huddled under a single umbrella?
What if I was the ache that cried out to you every moment?
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