Crimson over pink dust

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Crimson over pink dust

When the pale begs for crimson,
every colour is triggering.
Disenchant flows through my mind,
and yet again it's the nothingness  who lives my life...
(whilst I watch with hopeless eyes
the world not noticing the difference between us
somehow, only you can see me...)
How can I see any imperfection
before the pink dust fades from my sight?
The pale begs for crimson,
its only reason is contrast.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

cherrymuse’s Poems (31)

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Canvas 0
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the deadly kiss from a cruel sun 0
paranoia 1
Damage 1
unhealthy obsession 1
falling in unison 0
Loveless 0
The zephyr 0
Ode to beauty 1
The Casket 0
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tonight/tomor
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Birds of early morning 1
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Dearest poison 1
Wings 1
Crimson over pink dust 2
The Faceless Ghost 1
overflowing senses 2
you should be staring at the moon 3
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deeper 0
When memories are monochrome 0
Nothing 0
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