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Colours
I feel like a blank sheet of paper
White and clean
A colourless vapour
just emptiness
and nothing else
not good
or bad
just
nothing
nothing at all
like a black hole
it’s as if white is not a colour
it’s just
when you don’t have any
no yellow smiles
no grey trials
no tears running blue
no red beds for two
no black roses
for all the losses
...
Thursday 17th November 2022 8:53 pm
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