He was much like the colour white –
Clean.
Untainted.
And so damn good.
Whereas, she
Was like black.
Damaged.
Shadowed.
And so broken.
The thought that she
Would drop dark specks on white
Terrified her.
But he...
Didn't mind the colour gray.
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Poesía#15 in poetry (17/08/2017) a formation of words that appear in the middle of midnight or lazy daylight. these words know no hour, they form when and of what they want. - Love. Sadness. Ocean. Earth. Courage. Faith. Strength.- (In no particular order...
