.My eyes are becoming yellow curtains.
Paint the window,
Stain the ceiling feverish green.
My visitors smoked cigarettes
And ate all the things that had me feeling unwell.
Everything that came out of me was wrong-colored,
Or wasn't at all.
The voices below rise thr.
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