Her left eye was very high
The other kind of low
I mulled if I should say goodbye
Or a colorful hello
I told her she looked cool
She nodded, “As a cube,
now be a helpful little fool
and crack another tube.”
I browsed her box of paint
To try and find the hue
That filled in something faint
A one composed of two?
Are You Reading Me?
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