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Only Color Left
I took for granted everything,
colors of every hue.
I didn’t know those colors
filled my world because of you.
So, like the fool I am
I let you go, too blind to see
that on my own I am just alone
and things turned out to be
where colors slowly slipped away,
the yellows, greens and blues.
And now the only color left…
is the memory of you.
Friday 21st March 2025 11:18 pm
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