#29. death

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Born to a shade of sunshine,

playing a peek-a-boo through hazel trees,

grown up to shade of love,

and a black grey of misdeeds.

Taught through a splutter of words,

flunging worries to an azure sky,

Caressing and cursing the same body,

now bland, all in white.

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