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She dyed my hair,Blue,
The color of my heart,
Blue,
At her house.
As it dried,
She straightened.
Impressed.
Sat on the tub,
With my confession,
She whispered,
"If I'm Margo, You're Quentin."
Lost in thought,
To diverge the meaning,
I pondered constantly.
Paper Towns,
was my assumption.
In the end,
They share a moment,
A moment of truth.
Is that what she,
Was implying?
We go on,
Living our lives,
And I,
I pray.