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Dec 2014
I don't live in
a black and white world,
but there are days in which
my pallette is ******* up.

Love and passion
are no longer red,
but hues of grey
fill my soul.

Blues are no longer
but are muted versions
of angry self-loathing.

Nature is not reflected
in pastels,
but my mirror is broken,
for no light exists
in the shadow it creates.

If I truly cared to believe
that the grass is greener,
I could learn to look past
all the melancholic colors.
Rod E Kok
Written by
Rod E Kok  Alberta, Canada
(Alberta, Canada)   
     sol, Andrew Saromines and Nikki
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