yess tell us the poem green

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Its kinda long

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One min..

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Speak, radioactive chicken

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as many things are

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I wonder if I’ll ever encounter anyone interesting on this here website.

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The concept eludes me, though the thought is nice.

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there are plenty of people who are interesting, if you bother to dig deeper blue

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Bluey the dog is giving a bad case of the giggles

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True

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I suppose I stereotype and categorize based off of impressions.

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Wait now I'm red

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I know you’ve heard many tales- But you haven’t heard most- A tale as told and old as time that withers under the sun’s golden veil.

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Hi red, im coal

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What would you call interestint, Yellow?

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Nice

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Interesting.^

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You will soon encounter this beast- Yes; this is a warning so; This blackened, hackneyed, rotten yeast Will snare you in the snow.

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i would like to think so. and you?

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Innocence soon stolen; Hatred thru this night- One final warning, son- Please. Hear my plight.

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Anyone punctual and fluent in speech I deem merited.

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Look away from your sun, Turn away from your book- The answer that you solely seek Is one that Medusa dares not look.

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This is a flaw of mine, looks are deceiving.

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I commonly fall victim to this..

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For you, too shall Gaze down at your hands As you cradle your lover; Blood-stained hands; they shall soon discover

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And while Icarus fell; Eros sold his father the wax- You tilt back your head and laugh-

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it seems you are a straightforward type of person. its a shame that its not such a straightforward world.

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I should evaluate what I desire in a converser.

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As Helios weeped, Eros made the clouds join him- Horrid horses held down by their men.

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thats a good idea.

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I’m all but straightforward, Yellow.

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how so?

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It dawns on me.

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While I was murdered by my own loves; hopes; terrors; or at least the very start- Eros stole the lyre- cradling the very strings of my heart.

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hello

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hi purple

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I prevaricate, lie, conceal my feelings despire being painfully aware of them.

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I don’t tell people my genuine sentiments toward them either.

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Green has massive lore behind that poem

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Manifesting a true hatred within- A storm that brewed inside my heart- And stole away into the dark.

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