When I was
four-colorable and green spots
(new) went undesired
we threw them on golden
sheets and slept in fire,
(red,yellow,orange).
O three-cycle, how can you not be
only blue and black?
With gentle necessity, you've said
"No" to white so many times I can't
believe I'll live without
this wavelength. Light-determined,
mauve and melancholy, our edge
dissolves and you're all-fine.
But which hue must become (or disappear)
should I choose to leave the plane?
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