All the colors
Piling up
Red as rage
Green's revenge
A full cup
Of blood
Hatred dripping
Then some light blue
Skinny dipping
Naked heart
Drowns in love
Appears again
With a violet tinge
Pencil sharp
Skin ripping
My sweet love
Is sweet revenge
Of orange boiling
Wind nipping
At my face
Laced with sweat
Of the hard worker
Laced with time
That never ends.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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