a blue dragonfly
a red one
in a nothing colour city.
no mind that it
could not find another,
(a hell),
like itself.
pure heaven in my
city, full of hells,
full of people to
look and say and
stand next to me.
to say I Am this.
Are you or not?
I Am just like the
blue dragonfly
a red one
who's whole paradise
is itself.
but I must also
drink blood from so
many other heavens.
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