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Green and Blue

My mint madness breaks bulbs,

shatters the stillness,

broken glass panes are my only companions,

as I compile a long list of the reasons my suspicions are not just baseless paranoia.

Emerald soul.

There is grass inside my bones,

growing strong and defiant,

it wraps around my waist and my brain,

injecting invasive thoughts and conspiracies every time you touch me.

Do your hands belong to my loving, lime heart?

Will you always be true to me, blue?

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