I’m grey, I’m cream, I’m beige
He’s here
I feel his rage
The orange
The red
No yellow or green
No In between
I’ve seen mauve and purple hues
I made decisions from green to blue
I’ve seen the light from grey to white
And fail again
It’s black, not quite!
It’s quiet, I am alone it’s grey but sweet
It’s cream but neat it’s beige but today I have another page!
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