colour as a prize
the broken wills
the versions of hell
she speaks of a childhood
I would be speechless
the countless years
across exploded space
down the stars
did come the blue
a long way it traveled
to land with flowers
the red & the yellow
knew fire carefully
the driving green
so mad along the road
the darling purple
fled to the rainbow
there was black
to be included
still was waiting
for other colours
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