My Technicolor Dreams in Iambic Pentameter

I stay up late to read reds and write whites

I type black letters, I speak russet thoughts

Behind my eyes, I dream juniper nights

I pray to old and new, have and have nots

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I want this life bad, I try hard, I do

Edit, review, subdue, submit to air

Under my eyes lie a darker slate hue

When the golden sun’s up, I am still there

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I have a story, in fact, I have three

Lean in real close, I’ll whisper opal steam

You delight in my onyx, don’t you see?

Read my words: my falls, my sugar-rich dream

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I love this in myself: my triumphs, fails

Success on the horizon, chiffon sails