It's skewed
our view sometimes
selfish
we think the other
is in love
with no other but
me,
silly, i've colored
a world
which in fact
is colorless at all
black and white against
the odds
super bland and
scentless
after all, it can rain
even in the midst
of a drought where plants
die because of
shock, because it's skewed
when we think
and think that what
we think is right....
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