You have your mother’s

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Jade green
Mahogany brown
And glistening chrome

A band of dark and light
A rim full of brightness
Slick, sharp tongues lapping

Yeah, the night wishes
to be so dark and brooding
and have that mysterious octane

The jade blisters
into the brown
and all the chrome can do is bleed

A see-through membrane
A pool of gelatine and liquid
The glowing orb, behind, the soul sits

I’d give up all my green
And trade some black for brown
If I could just steal your shine

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