Aug 11

Oddly green in a world so obscene.
Not ripe nor ready, plucked my peadals. Unsteady.
Yellow fellow we don't mix well.
yellow & green is deadly.
Put me back where I came from, we are wilting steadily.
Blue isn't our color, and were drowning in it.
I can't swim and your sinking.
what were we thinking

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