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Jan 2015
i am green when i am supposed to be
white and unfeeling

i am blue when i am supposed to be
yellow and calming

i am red when i am supposed to be
lilac and understanding

i can be rather contrary
inappropriate feelings in
appropriate situations

confusion in the form of a human
wandering lost
tripping over thoughts but
maintaining steadiness of pace

naivety and cynicism
rolled into one
what would the resulting dough
become?

baked under high temperatures
melting and moulding
building and dying
creation and destruction

the end product is, of course,
one of epic confusion
with a nasty smell and lovely taste
what are your thoughts,
i'd like to know?
mary mary quite contrary how does your garden grow?
Kris
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Kris  Singapore
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