I slowly connect the dots
I put the puzzle together
The mystery of life is no child's game
As perplexed as I may be
I mustn't give up hope
Not all problems have solutions
But I need answers
k.g
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colorless
PoetryIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
