Different Shades Of White
It comes as no surprise
there are no rainbows left;
they have taken a dive,
into a cybernetic mind.
There is a level of transparency
avoided when it comes to off branded
whites, that when completely
bleached.
A false perfected.
You touch me with
your purge, a vomitile
sky, now you reach
deep into me;
with a different shade of white.
You had me down and out.
You changed your clothes,
still you are royality to me
based upon trust and treatment.
Still you wore those colors out;
completely loss for meaning.
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