any green day unfolds pink
Maybe you're right,
colorblind and right,
these indigo leaves
I call turquoise
are summerlit green. We guess.
At sundown, we'll see true.
So, these roses we don't choose,
we name their hues? Red?
I'll tell you later. We pick
petals and thorns. Maybe.
Maybe I choose to believe.
And you're right, camellias
bloom in an iris. We
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