Blue fire

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One day I will burn 
all these blue things 
The day this obsession ends
and madness creeps into this place,
I will see blue fire.
All pale things around me
are piling up now 
Dead Bright Blue 
Teal, Cyan and Ebony
in which I now find my solace 
will become mere litter
And I will burn them 
Then I will find other things 
Red of fresh blood or cloated blood 
Lush Green of branching veins 
Deep Brown of hollow eyes
I will create a new sky or ocean 
of new colours and name them mine
I will unleash the suppressed one,
Thanatos, the stronger one.

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