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blackness
Red
Your blackness is on my red
Your darkest black
Has choked me
I’m dead
I’m dead
***
I’m glad
I’m dead
All my spilled
Red
Has turned black
Nothing I have become
You spilled me out
*****
I’m
Black now
I’m fried
I can’t hide
I can’t run
You’ll find me
****
I’m blackened
By your scratching call
I’m nothing,
Nothing
Nothing inside your superficial heart
Don’t give me a call
****
I’m black
Your red
You switched it around
I’m bad
Your good
Look at how easy it was
You manufacture these products
To silence my cries
And blacken my heart
And cover yours
As insurance,
It’s very effective.
****
I’m nothing
Nothing at all
No one can hear me
Even when I fall.
Especially when I fall.



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