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Look into my emerald eyes

See beyond the scarlet tears;

Look hard into my gunmetal heart

Numbed by the reality of ebony fears;

Fear not to venture into the crimson sea

Where my life has been drained of golden years;

Fear not to loose these chestnut chains

That were put on by my ‘green’ peers

If you can, then reach out to my sepia soul

Save it before it reaches the sapphire fires;

If you can’t, then thrust on the silver edge

To my unrealized dreams and burgundy desires;

Drown me in the aqua ocean

Or choke me with jade briers;

Drown me into the mulberry crowds

So I can spot the white liars!!

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© Rk nyra