My world
My world is colour
The artist in me splashed all
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My Vito's cool metallic body
Feels empty
As I stretch the last drops
Of an excellent ouzo
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At dusk that colours my pallet
Wine red
Clouds like purple cotton plants
The thicket of dry branches
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Her face not rested
puffed-up cheeks time's
come to test her pride
her desire
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