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| Technicolor Zombies |
Sprouting out of a spiny trunk,
colours look not how they are supposed to.
A veil is dyeing the air with a spurious tint.
Avail is dying, their hopes of deliverance with it.
Yet, are the tones behind the curtain truly in key?
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| Reminds me of a cubist I know |
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