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2000-01-00 Z045
You killed me with silence.
I don't think you know.
You don't know.
Not of the thorns that now grow in my veins.
There's white eyes fixed on your face,
there's brightness surrounding your name,
and you stunted my grace and my peace.
Here I am at peace
in this ocean of dreams,
this intimate day,
this infinite moment.
I'm grey for the moment.
But soon I'll be RED.
Soon I'll have said
what I say in my dreams.