The Emperor has no clothes

The Emperor has no clothes

Today I wished them dead,
these memories,
screaming in my head.
A library inside of me,
Whatever shall I do with it?
This long thin string,
It's a color that only I can see,
woven in a place only I can go,
spoken in a language only I can speak,
Today I wished them dead,
These memories living in my head.

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