Azure

Sadness with flair

By F Cade SwansonPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

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I shall say azure

When you ask me how I feel.

Like sadness with flair.

sad poetry

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F Cade Swanson

Queer dad from Virginia now living and writing in the Pacific Northwest. Dad poems, sad poems, stories about life. Follow me on insta at @fcadeswanson

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