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Color of BlueWe come, skin tinted the color of frost,
Color of cold, color of blue.
They shout, carrying words with the wind, preaching,
"People are equal," but people are lost.
Little lies, the size of snowflakes drift,
Landing on hopes, landing on dreams.
Our hearts, with winter's tears touching it, freeze,
Numbing it until the blood turns blue.
For some, the cold beats them down,
Chilling their warmth, chilling their light.
Their blood, turning into blue ice shatters,
Finally cracking under the pressure.
We're told, with wide expecting eyes,
Reach for better, reach for perfection.
Blue blood, polluting our minds with every expec
Static Nerve SoundConjugate your state of mind;
Words undulate in my view.
Make your way into time for
The perception left in you.
Take in what makes
Like a spider
Blushes silk to say, "I want you."
Static finds finds finds the words that smile
And my my my nerves react too fast,
But it attracts the sound you're immersed in.
Stutter the shutter release,
It will last longer and keep
Metaphors stored in your dreams;
Take over images in sleep.
Start it faster,
Give in action,
As you want to be with me.
Static rusts rusts rusts and runs in my brain,
As senses lust lust lust and think of your name.
You are what bust thro