May 2019
My blood is red,
the sky is blue
what must I do
to escape you?
The tulips are red,
the cornflowers blue,
I need to admit
I no longer admire you.
the sky is blue
what must I do
to escape you?
The tulips are red,
the cornflowers blue,
I need to admit
I no longer admire you.
(the universe)
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