Lunatic
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Last published Sat, Apr 30, 2016
He was a lunatic of many colors
He was a brother who held a heart stained with different shades of black
He was a son who loved depending on the day of the week
And at the end of it all he became nothing more than a charcoal soul that eventually lost vision of all colors and all days, all shades and all stains.
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