Wear black, burn red, even deep in your blues.
Blinds on, deep shades, pay the cost with a bruise.
No lights, all grey, in the shape of dark clues.
Hold tight, loose ends, for the wonders of abuse.
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General FictionIt's strange how a simple sentence can overturn your entire existence. The arrangement of a few words, accented by punctuation, can irreversibly transform your reality...
