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Colored My memories Are colored. Washed in loneliness Like a faded watercolor. What hue is sadness? Even fond ones Can’t escape. Their brightness dulled By gray melancholy. I don’t mind though, Trapped in time And unchangeable They accentuate My new life. |
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