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December 3, 2011
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Where are the grays, the blacks, the browns

To hide my bitter tongue?

Colors are too rich for eyes that

Sing the melancholy song

Brightness effervesces

Through walls built of stone

Yet, I stay and stay and stay and stay

And try to find my home.

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