Colorado Calixta

 Outside                       the world

is                                             every   shade

of lazy

white.

My blinds                    are always

drawn

but not

this Christo

night.

I           want

to wake           in my

white               bed

inside

white

walls

And                                         revel

as a seam

of red where

warm

                  blood                           calls.

 Outside                       the world

is                                             every   shade

of lazy

white.

My blinds                    are always

drawn

but not

this Christo

night.

I           want

to wake           in my

white               bed

inside

white

walls

And                                         revel

as a seam

of red where

warm

                 blood                           calls.

Outside           the world

is                                  every shade

of lazy

white.

My blinds                    are always                   drawn

but not

this Christo

night.

I           want

to wake           in my

white               bed

inside                           white

walls

And                                         revel

as a seam

of red where

warm

                   blood                           calls.

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