Colourless

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Colourless, she seemed.

 And lifeless too.

 Everyone else around her had a hue. 

But alas, you needed happiness and a wide imagination. 

Blue, White, Green. 

All the colours had been seen. 

By her orbs at least.

Her pale, colourless hands. 

Started to tint a small gray. 

Was this the start of an array?

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