Shed vermilion brushstrokes, as light,
on our wood fence made amethyst,
set in shaggy malachite grass.
Aqua scented zephyrs reveal
the Eastern tide in its crispness.
Sharply inhale, be pierced coolly.
Orchid above, slate nebulas.
Painting a fence I hope you'll see,
words are to bleeding as you, blood.
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