an acrobat swinging from one rope to another
has become a achromatic symbolism of your existence.
blanched in black and white syrupy sticking saccharine.
and love is dingy, and nacreous in its opaline beginning.
a neutral ground and colorless nature
etiolated water, monochrome being bathed in the same
polychromatous sunshine.
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