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They follow the rain
And crop the freshly sprung grass

Their antlers branch into fingers
Curled in agony

Raising their heads to the sky
They walk as though dazed

Calves in their wake
Silent prayers on their lips

Their search of a home long lost
Brings them closer to death
Was that even remotely funny?
I close my eyes

The night is heavy on my tired shoulders

I turn to another side to get some sleep

Vacant voices resound in my brain

Numbers fail me

Music fails me

The bed is uncomfortably soft

I am unable to sleep.
Read both ways
Heavy colours
Spill onto the floor
A marred rainbow
Splashed onto the door

Get out of here
Before you lose your mind
Living in a hologram
You lose your sense of time

I scraped away
At the painted ground
Broke my nails
Your blood came out

So go away
Before I paint you black
Go to your land of colours
And never come back
Colours fade in
Heart reeks of blood
On this hot July afternoon
I close my eyes to your song

Evening rubs on the windowsill
Louis Armstrong paints a dead memory
I am yet to open my eyes...
For you are yet to finish your song
Remember to speak up for others
Otherwise
No one shall do the same for you

Do not dumb down the concerns of "now"
By bringing up
A concern which does not concern "today"
Even if you mean well
White carnations lie
For while you still see the world
My senses are dead.
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