Green
Discovering the question marks
and all the rest ; Many problems.
But never-the-less holding some
odds ... Just ask my council ;
Seven Sins vs as many Virtues
sombre
tones of grey voting
Blake's innocence , while vivid red flash
Arms shoot up in the corner
mumbling such sweet disgrace.
... Nothing shot of a Miracle ...
leaping form, another seaweed Wraith's
'Meaning' hanging out there
& simply letting it slide , enmasse,
down the rabbit hole.
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