All Our Colours
We bury our innocence in a box,
Widen our eyes and open up our minds
Only to discover all our colours bleeding into one.
Lost heroes aging along with us,
Their spider bites and scorpion stings
Marking you and I anew as we sleep side by side.
So hold mud flowers and remember,
The sound ideas and sights we've seen
Bloom wild again inside our scarred and dirty hearts.
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