the winds in colors
maybe I was wrong
leaping into boxes
awake now
booming graysplash sky
people love me
I might be wrong
make things up, shout,
not afraid, not afraid
snap the continents alive
through the doors, bright, old, toothy
be hurt, get broken
afraid to say I am wrong
loud-colored witch, rushing time
bite the words back
maybe I am wrong
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