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Painted Black He is struggling to remember colour Now that it has blurred to black Without moonlight to drip upon his face Jogging a memory of rainbows Childish fingers groping for a key To thrown open a door and find Prisms of light; multifaceted Instead he is left With vision a wash of obsidian No path to tread or salvation To discover
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