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Hands reflect every color of the visible spectrum.
Red never asks twice.
Yellow doesn't really care.
Orange has infinite patience.
Green is always present.
Violet is a mystery to me.
Blue...
It is blue that claws as it combs
Dredging trenches in the skin.
Blue makes room for the breeze to burrow and
leaves the image of yesterdays abortion:
Curled yet cold,
And too stiff to whimper.
Red never asks twice.
Yellow doesn't really care.
Orange has infinite patience.
Green is always present.
Violet is a mystery to me.
Blue...
It is blue that claws as it combs
Dredging trenches in the skin.
Blue makes room for the breeze to burrow and
leaves the image of yesterdays abortion:
Curled yet cold,
And too stiff to whimper.