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IN WHICH,
there is an ability to hear colours.

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Can you hear
                           the voices of those around you?
                           the wind whistling?
                           someone whispering?
                           secrets?

Well,
I can hear only two things:
colours
and my 
loud, loud thoughts.

Colours speak to me
                                          red — a type of alluring danger lingering;
                                          black — poetic in the most dangerous form;
                                          blue — a melancholy feeling of loss;
                                          green — a sickly feeling of danger;
                                          gold — bravery of the most foolish kind.

Can you hear them
Tell you everything
You cannot hear?

But I have never seen
A silver quite anything like
his eyes;
Draco's eyes.

A mysterious colour,
Precious and expensive;
Chaotically devilish
Dangerously calm —
The colour of a raging storm
With an unreachable centre;
his heart.

And then there were
the specks of blue,
an undeniable amount of
damage —
secrets he hid in his eyes.

His skin was pale;
paler than any white
I have ever laid eyes upon before,
angelic in the most
ethereal ways.

The silver of his rings white
in the sunlight,
his blonde-white hair 
looking like a snowstorm 
in the moonlight —
White was his colour.

Or rather,
He was 
White's colour.

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