Monday, October 31, 2005

Dream

girl with purple hair
speaking in a golden voice
another with an ashen face
will bleed walking away
arm in arm with a blue-eyed man

I see it all now
unable to turn any color
(never mind green with envy)
I will be forced to kneel
in gratitude, no, penitent
yearning for an orange mask

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