red dye
Cover my eyes, to the red dye,
fading into shorelines
of the seagulls hungry and crying,
the sea's corpses of stench
chalk-lines where they pass dying,
freedom excels with silent sighs...
Passes not even trying..
You can build and paint a fence
& hope the lows turn to highs,
as you tell everyone you're fine
but as icy cold as iceberg death...
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