The Gallery

Your ears do hark the symphony
Of pink, of white, of green, of glee
But oh, do they cry sounds of truth?
Come close, my dear, and pray do see.

Observe thee what cacophony
Resides inside the colors three
Of red, of black, of gray, of death
That rot and tear and set me free.

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