In the morning I will try
to describe a color to you
you've never seen before.
It is like
a more beautiful blue.
By the way, I can look at any color
and be okay. I can hold orange
within my iris, take it with me
to a place it don't mean a thing,
anymore. Orange don't mean a thing.
At night the colors stay outside where
they're supposed to, mostly.
I sleep with the windows open.
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