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Daddy. My blood is red.
I'm painting night
with sunglass-suns
and even though I ran away
I've noticed that
my blood is red.
At dusk
in neon light
my blood is pounding red
and all the
corners
shadows
raindrops know I shouldn't stay
(I come from earth)
and even though I ran away
I come from earth.
I'm pounding light.
Daddy. My blood is red.
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