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Metachrosis
Change colors on a whim
See if I can catch them
Paper pastels all aglow
Are you a friend or foe?
Be as you are right now
Stand still in the crowd
Lighting sparks paint you
Facing a sad stagnant pool
The world turns over heavy
Sighing, sighing, ready
I broke the crayon writing your name
And I expect you to do the same
