From laughter or from frightA coma with a swee t aromaIs your only dreamMalignant with the misconceptionThat a grunt can gleamYour lichen-covered corpusclesAre filthy to my fistInfection is your finest flowerMildewed in the mist."I love you and 'cause I doMy skies have changed>From grey to blueBut blue's not just a colorOf the rainbowIt's shade is not a hazy hueBut pure and hardMy blue sky blueIt's like a Roman candleComing rosebudsBlue rosebuds
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