they say
my perception of colours
differ from yours
and also from others
in my spectrum of hues
there is lack of depth cues
your sparkly golden
here, dims my day and
bright magenta flowers
engulfs sun rays
I still bleed in purple
and vomit ash grey
after one drinking game
and a few letters of your name
cut into halves
the tip of my tongue
is a two way road
each leading to
a chamber of my heart
there all you can see is blood
where now only remains
stinking carcasses and rust.
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