With green and yellow shadows
 Your ferocity I admire,
 You misbehave
 Like a house in ruins.

 Yet everyone is there
 To pick up your rainbow pieces
 When your stride falters.

Peripheral vision 
 Does not abound
 In your sea of cobblestones.

 If only I had a lantern.

You sigh, and that sight
 truly pierces
 Through my thick skin.

 You didn’t even know I had skin,
 and when it got dry, 
 It blistered
 Like your little soul
 Of Green and yellow shadows.

If only I had a lantern.

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