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i’m out of the colour red 
my eyes see early blue in faces 
green and sky  black rain
 
i’m out of the taste of hot 
all is turmeric and cheese 
no coffee  no chilli  no wild
 
i’m out of the shine in eyes 
mine i think  everywhere i look 
half life automaton  stagger at shop
 
i’m out of the shock of cold rain 
no that’s  i need the shock of cold rain 
it’s time for november  it’s time for ice
 
it’s time for that scream of the skin
    
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