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Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
They caught her in a prism between red and blue.
Where lemonade is 25 cents a cup.
But you're not allowed to drink it.
Where the doors always opened.
But you can't get past the screen.
Where the windows pass the coolest breeze.
But never shut so night lets the bugs in.
Where there's always a hand willing to help.
But five more hands stabbing you in the back.
Where pianos are vintage and rare.
But nobody knows how to read the music.

— The End —