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Where'd that palette go deep crimson loved cerulean green Diary turned palindrome each word weighs the same as spaces between I die I die Splitting hairs I shed and counting all the blades in the grass Field of tombs I live among dead, how many would wish to be back? I die I die Slow demise Take my flesh Leave my eyes Open wide Caught in undertow my lungs fill with grey black and white Give in to the tides, till breath becomes a spectrum of light Did I die? Did I die?