I’ve been thinking in vermilion
It colors my hair
Builds crystals underneath my teeth
Permeates the brick under my feet
It fires the walls around me
Keeps me from traveling
Shut my eyes and the sun is still setting
Cross my legs and hope the pigment isn’t a hallucination
It dyed you from a soft white transition
Feel the change as energy turns frantic against this palette
Promise I won’t try kissing you
Regret that we’re now colorblind
Leaves me longing for something that lives simply in black and white
Not ready to open the door to see what other hues are fighting to bleed through
We were supposed to be the color of eternity
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