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THE COLORS OF THE ROOMS WE GREW UP IN
Red, white, white, red.
Sing our song and swing for the fence.
Shoebox buried in the bed,
what's said is done, let the color be let.
White, red, red, white,
crayon sky, sailor's delight.
Kiss his kiss, bite his bite.
High and higher, the good fight tightening.
And is the color aging?
And what is color, is it anyone's guess?
Green, white, taupe, black,
blue blood bunk in a one room shack,
art of arts, myths, facts,
ugly alone, we are beautiful in packs.
Black, blue, violet,
heads and tails of sky pilots,
memory islands,
mothers kissing eyelids.
And is the color aging?
And what is color? Is it anyone's guess?
These are the colors of the rooms we grew up in.
These are the colors of the minds we were blown in.
These are the colors of the oceans we were born in.
These are the colors of the rooms we grew up in.
Blue, green, white, green,
sweetness sits on the copy machine.
Nimble plant that magic bean,
and wait for her in the evertrees.
We are the colors fading.
We are the colors fading everyone's guess.
These are the colors of the rooms we grew up in.
These are the colors of the minds we were blown in.
These are the colors of the oceans we were thrown in.
These are the colors of the rooms we grew up in.
These are the colors of the rooms we grew up in.
These are the colors of the minds we were blown in.
These are the colors of the oceans we were born in.
These are the colors of the rooms we grew up in.
DAS - Richmond, Virginia, USA
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