The true colour of real.
We may see shades of brightness
and clothe our thoughts
in dark and light
yet truly the hard steely
merciless bruised harshness
of what we are
as to whether we live or die
hopeless to desire
is the colour that started from white
but never made it to black.
Pause and smell your foe's breath
when he reaches the space between your eyes
you will know nothing but blue.
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