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Lately I've been running on faith

But my world would be right if love comes over you

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Break your tragic colors






Alisha
"If you can't beat them, beat them up."


Yeah, that's pretty much me.
HEY, STFU.
If you don't like it, you can gtfo.


Now have a poem. :]

Tragic rabbit, a painting
The caked ears green like rolled corn.
The black forehead pointing at the stars.
A painting on my wall, alone

As rabbits are
and aren't. Fat red cheek,
all Art, trembling nose,
a habit hard to break as not.

You too can be a tragic rabbit; green and red
your back, blue your manly little chest.
But if you're ever goaded into being one
beware the True Flesh, it

will knock you off your tragic horse
and break your tragic colors like a ghost
breaks marble; your wounds will heal so quickly water

will be jealous.
Rabbits on white paper painted
outgrow all charms against their breeding wild;
and their rolled corn ears become horns.

So watch out if the tragic life feels fine-
caught in that rabbit trap
all colors look like sunlight's swords,
and scissors like The Living Lord.


~"TRAGIC RABBIT" BY STAN RICE FROM SOME LAMB (1975)

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