Dark rain cloud coryllium, deep scarlet rouge
In which rainbow colors did senses seek refugeWine's sweet numbness nor magical mushrooms
Swung me high on mystical west-wind spumes
I tore apart my stoles made of a million holes,
Burnt crumpled sheets, unmade beds, hell's hot coals
I wore wild breeze on my rapturous skin
And fashioned feathers from the sky within
Now, will someone teach me how to fly?
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