Colorblind


We breathe in cigarette smoke like we're gods.
And it's seeping into our lungs,
Covering the once-blackened skin like a veil;
We make our decisions from behind a screen of nicotine air,;
Bodies craving the high of seeing in greyscale-;
Because color was just too harsh on the eyes;
And the world is so much simpler in black and white.

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