let your jaundiced eyes
for the last time of your breath
see the redness of
a rose
the greenness of grass
the blueness of the sea
the drifting white colors
of the clouds
for once
be not bound by your sickness
that shall take
you to death
or close your eyes
to see
what black really is
this world is not all yellow
as you always insist
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