the ivory climbs up the stone wall
i let my heart go, i watch it fall
the green leaves grow and grow
my brain sits back and watches the show
the vines are all over the place this year
my trust has been broken, this is my fear
the plant lies there, clean cut to the core
my feelings are strewn all over the shore.
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colorless
PoésieIn 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...
