February 1, 2010
Yellow, white and red. Your colors they do spread. They induce the heart with things of want and mangle with the whole. If all is better then muster on if thou may seek. They punch my arm to mark my harm. Trust the lust of the heart thou must. How outrageous the beauty contagious must over take us. We give grey to over come the day. Blinding glow we must know. It is the end of our lack of knowledge. Tulip Oh tulip you must know what the missing souls keep secret to the desire to tell. They must whisper what they know to your peddles. Return that breeze to my ears.

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