I do my best
yet you never notice
me in that I chest
on color and blue
I get sad
that none other would
I grape on despondent
picturing in light- a hue
that settles on my eyes
I engulf a gulp
in essence a departure
never one could
latch me except
the One who makes
me; Me in you
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