the violent violets hidden beneath the crooked steps
the grey grays lingers in worry for its return
never looking back
to take stance against the provoking
as drunken gods cry under the mercy of thick clouds
and translucent silhouettes bids a farewell
go back back from whence thy come
no rest no sorrow
in desolation blue blues breaks and their tear ducts releases
to create a cascade to take the wretched colors once more
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