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                 ONE COLOR
When you dip me in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of my dress.

When I whisper in your ear, it is the color of my lips.

When we make love, it is the trace I want to leave all over your body.

When I placed my palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface of my fingertips to like the sentence that can never be finished.

When I see you with another, it is the color of my breathe.

When I smashed the vase in the hall, it is the color that threatens you to abandon the shattered
pieces.

When I see your hands, it is the color that runs within only you and me.

When I scream at the top of my lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere.

When I hear you, it is the color of my pulse.

When I look into your eyes for the last time, it is the fading color of my heart falling at my knees.

It's not the color I see when you leave.

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