If you cut me, won’t I bleed
And won’t my blood be red, just like yours
Not black, not brown, not white but red, as blood should be
If you twist my heart will it not crumble
And when it does will my soul not quiver
will it not explode in ten thousand deft shades
If you hurt me will I not cry
And won’t my tears be pure and crystalline
Not black, not brown not white but transparent as tears should be
If you hit me will I not feel pain
And won’t this pain be a colourless pain
Not black, not brown not white but blunt and bare as pain always is
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