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Clay Palette

Lies come in too many colors,
blue is green and green is blue…
They all run together in the dark.
Maybe I’m just color blind.

Rock-a-bye beneath the pines,
too dark to hang a moon.
Never grows a branch of lies,
sacred places heal the wounds.

Wise old owl and his
naked, bottomless question
with too many answers…

I have questions too




Kasai
Written by Kasai
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Artwork by Reivax LA PENSEUSE (2014)
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