rivers of red, green and blue blood
created by shedding of tears
Drops of water, cut like a thousand knives
reality not replacing fantasy
dreaming about a little seared girl in the woods
no point of reference for her, us
rivers turn to gray, living color dies
light of the pale moon, studying faces
the bottle filled with no water, nauseating
have to bury it good, or it buries you...
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