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Chapter 11

colors of chaos

Anima Lunae

Red is the color of wars in my mind,

Pitch black are the demons pulling me further into slime.

Navy blue stories justify all my gruesome crimes,

but dark violet guilt does consume me from time to time.

Bright green envy makes me ravenous for a kill

but the blood on my pearl-white china makes me ill.

After days and nights of scribbling do you hear the break of my quill,

out spills my colorful ink and paints a rainbow over my cottage

in the hills.

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A/N:  this never really made sense to me when I wrote it but now that I read it, it kinda does.

read it from bottom to top, it's telling a story.

the painting is called 'Northern lights' by Sydney Mortimer Laurence.

*virtual hug*

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