Green
eyes have not yet been known to me
For I have not your eyes
My waiting has not yet been grown at all
Oh this endless day
Pigment grey on the 2nd floor
My friend died last night or tried
Lights are not bad for such a small place
He's posing like he's quite big headed
I know you're a heartful mind
The shades are the Venetian kind
They are drawn down blind
For only lines are shadowed in angles
On my wall in the daytime
My tales have not yet been seen by them
They are only paper
Screaming ladies, converted shirts
I wish & wishes that never came through
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