Blood is blue; when you climb that hill it turns to red
Love; is red
Climb your hill; turn to blue
S=blue/red; my entropic scale doesn't measure
Whose final state can be?
Feed me the blues; leave out the greens
Let the red flow through this garden state
Pen to paper; fingers to keyboard; gun to head.
The bravest make their own accord
I'm allergic to grass anyways
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