I was born, my skin all pink

I grew up, and it had seeped into my heart

My lungs filled with it

My eyes saw with it

And I was pink

It overflowed into my mouth

I swallowed all that pink

And when I threw it up

I saw that it was blue afterall

And I'm trying to hide the mess I made

But I in doing so, I touched it

My finger turned blue

And it seeped into my skin

My outside turned blue, too

And I finally matched, inside and out

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