Blue orchids blossom in the root of my mind
I'm blind
but my eyes are one of a kind
I find
that in the rainforest
we are at a consistent loss
only to find the right paths
in order for our souls should cross
and I'm lost
at a cause that caused these ripples in my sleep
I'm only "sane" when one's to blame
when love's impossible to keep
and when I creep
I find that I have fallen far too deep
these words then form and then conform
and become these thoughts so sure to seep...
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