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this is what i am and all i can be.

i can't show you, but i'll tell you: i occasionally hear the colour red.
it's the music of these pretty leaves rotting into the sea,
where water waves to us for an eternity.

it's so elegant.


i can see you running over here, why are you doing that?
with these orange feet you were given,
helping you get ahead of yourself.

yeah, people think they know me. people imagine they know everyone.
it's ok. i'll clear one thing up:
yellow could be the hue of my existence, but
when you skin this layer away i will shine three shades of green.
i am like sickness, nausea. an incredible disease.

pathetic; i can't help but latch on to you.



so then i own these tiny blue knees and violet legs.
these are things i cannot justify, and i wish i could.
you would respect me more, or know all my colours.

one thing i can’t see, is god in my bloodshot eyes.
i can only drop deeper in this black hole of mine.

sad, but this is what i am and all i can be.