Shilla Marshmellow

August 8, 2003, Tokyo
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Deep in red,
Lady bleeds,
Heat blotted,
Blowing gusts.

Apple to pale,
Gushing wind,
Tides change,
Toys drowned.

My only line,
Became odd,
Wavering ire,
Thinly hanged.

Late at night,
From outside,
It’s so bright,
Sire is home.

Rarely here,
Barely tend,
Rarely here,
Coldly jaded.

Any doubts,
Madly crazed,
Flatten keys,
Play it dazed.

Melody please,
Tune them out,
The hated sea,
His hateful shout.
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