Rochester locked away, I dream in color and fear the day the day is cardboard hard, stale, mundane nothing like reality which holds the rainbow in its leaves, sky, sun locked away, you stole from me I steal the key and hear you say to the new girl in grey a girl, not locked away that she is intriguing I find this intriguing locked away, I steal the key So I might see color one last time Outside of bed In all shades of red Lorin Bucur
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