Colour me gone
I'm just a pawn
In life's chess game
I'm just a non-
person, a yawn,
and all the same.
I take no heart,
I play no part
in this last act
I'm game for Art,
my counterpart,
and that's a fact.
I know not why
I'm a far cry
from all that's known
a harvest fly,
of the wild rye.
colour me gone.
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