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stories in cmyk

i dream of magenta

and what do i see

but flamingos sans feathers

perched up in a tree

i dream in cyan

and the sky’s dry with rain

while the ocean is crying

with a glad sort of pain

i dream onto yellow

and what do i find

but that love is a verb

most incurably kind

i drift into black

and that’s where i stop

when the brain goes to blankness

and the eyelids both drop

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