Reaper,

I’m not yet blue against fresh dew.

Though my blush deepens as you view

blossoming trenches dug with ease.

Grapes, peaches, and tides of cherries

stain your skin and show what is true.

Care – full of promising rescue.

My tint is not what you value.

And O, how your weather varies,

I’m not yet blue.

Now deep lilac, I ask are you

washed by rain, or soaked in taboo?

You brush my words into the breeze.

Still – I sign this from, The Berries.

Just to remind you of my hue–

I’m not yet Blue.

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Interlude comprised of one line from each poem / song in Letters to Cell Block 197

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Demo from the title track of Letters to Cell Block 197