Crayola Dreams

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Crayola Dreams

Red, yellow, blue, and white...
These are the colors of my sight.
Orange, purple, pink, and green...
These are the things that must be seen.

Inside of my Crayola Dreams...
No color is what it seems...
Black and White are all I see...
Causing the rest of them to flee...

One room I see is red...the tantalizing taint of passion,
Another be's yellow...a favorite flavor of fashion,
The deep dark ebb and flow of blue...
Oh so many things to choose.

Borders wound and broken tight,
All these things are seen without sight,
If one color is all you see...
Use the others to set you free...

Sometimes dreams are more... Lateralisitc Fantasies,
These are but a few of the things found in ecstasy.
Sometimes reality has... Tantric Schisms...
See them all inside my prism.

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UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellabout 13 years ago
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'Another be's yellow' ??? !!

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