the color of words

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So I imagine I’m the sad little boy and you’re the flower…
Fascinated as I’m with your light… and you fascinated with me looking at you?

Or should I imagine that I’m blessed with your beauty and you have imprisoned me…

Or perhaps you are alone and so you’ve learned to shine so that you can see me see you…

Or maybe, just maybe, you’re a sad little flower, the last flower on earth.

Perhaps we go round each other, you and me, me and you…
With love so true the world is new…
Alas, were it so…
So I sing you these words so blue.

-Iliad

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