That ink that comes from a fountain pen while you are writing.
That ink that is so blue as the blue blood that runs through the veins.
Dirty blood without oxygen, dirty writing, dirty ideas in the mind (a mind without oxygen).
She was blue ink, so washable. You only need water to get rid of her. You don't need to make any extra effort.
She disappears of your fingers, without leaving any trace.*
*so but so but so literal
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