Open the door, step outside
The sunlight is as black as ever
It feels cool to the tongue
Heavy like a gilded pressure
We sit on the curb and swing our legs
high above the ocean that glimmers orange
Talk of days yet to be born
The pink of our eyes twinkle with secrets
The disembodied fingers intertwine
with the words we always forget about
Blue nails down white skin
Hooked on the scars
Let's dream of something right now
Pretend the everyday life
Where perfection is as green as death
The children’s red mouths sing wordlessly
About the Rainbow we never see
Forgetting to hold our white breath at first
The glory of a silver moon’s edge
The sky is really purple at the end
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