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Black and White
A backdrop of vivid colors
In greens, reds and yellows
In every hue,
There is a silent sting
A thousand pin pricks, all dulled
By the frozen fire fueled
Neither by color nor by hue
But by shades
Of ink and paper
Of hands that choke and caress
Of lips that curse and bite
And kiss, and kiss
Until the tiny pinpricks pulse loudly
And the world is but
A burst of black and white
A backdrop of vivid colors
In greens, reds and yellows
In every hue,
There is a silent sting
A thousand pin pricks, all dulled
By the frozen fire fueled
Neither by color nor by hue
But by shades
Of ink and paper
Of hands that choke and caress
Of lips that curse and bite
And kiss, and kiss
Until the tiny pinpricks pulse loudly
And the world is but
A burst of black and white