sometimes we are blue
and that's when we go tan
sometimes we are orange
and that's when we sin
under a window lands a breeze
it hits my skin with crisping leaves
to shiver is to surrender
and surrender is ultimate beauty
I have a bag of insecurities
I asked for paper and they gave me plastic
I hoped the rain would weaken the lining
but now they're just taking on water
soon it will tear and you'll be soaking with it all
those drops that should have healed the landscape of my wandering
it will erode your skin
and I will make you cry
replace me with a vegetable
they're in your grocer's freezer
and you will find the broccoli looks much like little trees
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