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Jan 2017
Unusual, it lived right behind my eyelids
I had never seen it before
Was it fiction? Was it pictured?
Or was it the missing piece four?

I was in red, she donned blue
Did we switch roles? Or were we supposed to?
I could never suffice, I was neither satisfied
She was tired, selling sleep to time

We jumped into a well
We started bleeding red
And till the time it turned blue, we found our room.
Purple.
Written by
Franceous Bristol
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   mickey finn
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