Clambering over stool-chairs.
Hands numb.
Crimson gold hairs.
He,he,he and Hay-o.
Thoughts brewing slow.
Sing a Song. Sing-along. Seven deadly Sins.
Tinted green, for spring scenes.
Sick on the floor.
Broken, wet bleeding doors.
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