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Jun 2014
As red drips through
the many cracks of a wall
my mind slowly becomes more vague.
I stand over the wall that was once a pale yellow
and I try to remember what yellow actually looks like.
But I cannot remember because I cannot imagine
a color other than red.
But then the wall becomes black,
no everything becomes black and I can not remember
what red looks like.
I try to imagine how this wall once looked
but there is no longer any wall.
not a yellow wall, not a red wall, not even a black wall.
skyyy
Written by
skyyy  California
(California)   
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   david jm and Jonny Angel
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