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shadows pacing silence twithers slithers pitters.. a horizon of guilt not felt on this side but seen just beyond the fence creeping up to stalk 'i don't know where this path goes' she whispered 'and i don't like the disarray of colours' standing blankly ahead a panorama of pictures of black and of white but colours? black and white a disarray a rainbow remember the rainbow? there were two not one but a duet a pirouette ronde a... sigh. such a disarray i make of this life these colours this story such a mess. a mess. mess. |
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