I want to scribble on you
Grab the first colour I see
And attack
Draw a thick teal line over your blank pages
Hand you a red or a pink
So you can scribble on me
And then, when we're done, we turn around
The whole world is our colouring book
We flip through page after page
Turning each sheet into a phantasmagoria
When we're done, we close the cover
And all the colours blend back together
Til the world returns to its normal state
Colours all fixed within lines again
Begging to be scribbled on some other time
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