crimson thoughts
turn themselves inside out
like clothes in the wash
i think about
the long days alone
do i wash these thoughts
like colors together
on delicate
i fear the rip and tear
of loneliness’s unremitting two step
a dance of color
of red
and i ask myself
how did crimson take hold
as the angels dance
and i bob
turned inside out
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
crimson thoughts
turn themselves inside out
like clothes in the wash
i think about
the long days alone
do i wash these thoughts
like colors together
on delicate
i fear the rip and tear
of loneliness’s unremitting two step
a dance of color
of red
and i ask myself
how did crimson take hold
as the angels dance
and i bob
turned inside out
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