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[raptor_wings]

Who will I be when all my friends die?
For they are the colors
that make up my world.

And who will I be when my brother dies?
For he is the paintbrush
that's silent but sturdy.

And who will I be when my mother dies?
For she is the easel
that holds everything up.

And who will I be when my father dies?
For he is the canvas
where it all begins.

But who will I be when my grandmother dies?
For she never bothered
to show me her colors...