Wine of Your Wants
wine
from the grapes
of your wants
purple is crimson an
violet or red in
blue we are
throwing
colours at the roof of our
earth golden rain in the
dark alleys pain of a
man not revealed
your fluctuations
not recorded
we are rolling on the
wet colours spred-
ng the imprints
on the leaking
earth
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