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Colorless
Folder:
Blah Patches of yellow and green
Crushed silently into you
In order to give color to that which has
None.
You wake me every morning with your cold
Shoulder
As I walk all over you
Just to get what I want-
Not you
Because I take you for
Granted
You mean nothing to me
And maybe
Never will.
September 3, 2003
