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Green

Sometimes I dream in colors.
A lot of the time, my dreams are green.
Not a boring, basic green like you might see in a textbook or color wheel, but a shimmering green that’s just the right shade and every other shade and the same time.
Like leaves in the sunshine, but you don’t need to squint.
The color invigorates my soul.
When I wake from the green dreams I’m always sighing.
The real world, this industrial life, never quite seems to rival the magic of my dreams.
Green taunts me.
Heaven help me, I pray every night for green.
And then I curse those same heavens by morning.

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