Jul 10 2009
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Yellow Submarine
No one lives
I sink yellow submarines
When you trip dissociatives
You don’t see such things
No whimsical colors
Just haunting mind screams
Not rainbow
But black
Distorted scenes
No crowded scenes
No expansive dreams
Just turning inward
High enough it seems
To polish the silver lining
On white clouds in space
The word seen through rubies
In black, silver, and gray
-Ghost Writer
