The Colors of Pain

Look, you are my

Slave but I’m your slave

As well – so it’s ok

I daydream of you

As my slave and then –

Page!

You are my spirit slave

And vice versa

But I’ll be someone else’s

Spirit slave soon

Trust me, balloon

I think

I’m the sun and the moon

I think

With the mind of December

And the heartbeat of June

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