Blue Tunnel
Crystal color blue
Pink and brown shoe
Wearing away my brain
Lost among the walls time and time again
Snarling, loss of breath
Regressing memory of breaking death
A fluctuation between blue and pink
Brown can’t claim me, neither make me think
Pixies are here among flowers on numbers
The rabbit above, not under
Silent sound with breaking glass
Creeping down the tunnel of swaying cotton thoughts, Alas!
Constantly usurping, smirking, all the more surprised
Coping with fables on the rise
Redundancies, not claimed, so tired of the past
Must revive crystal, see-through the mask.
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