Red & orange,
yellow & green,
blue & violet
no longer
exist.
Grey
is joining them;
it will
no longer
exist.
There is only
black & white.
And
white
is too pure.
Too perfect.
It should not
exist.
Now
there is only
darkness.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoezjaLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
