Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Medium to dark greenish blue

You'd think it black or red,
A stab to my heart.
But I saw teal.

I saw it in my tears,
When they splattered on the ground
Like paint.

Ten thousand lilies
On a grave, all of them teal.

I open the casket and you
Give a teal smile; I pick you up
And dance you around
Before putting you back.

Because you're not dead yet.

You'd think it grey or white,
The way it feels
When you're gone.

But it's teal.


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Medium to dark greenish blue

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