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Tritanopia

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I'll gladly weave the ashen wrath of a snow bank into my terrible flesh; I'll sprout new Promethean
nerves to beg the scorn off dark and drizzle, to settle the slow-riddle of bitter holes sold deep
within the waterchest ; I'll give back all the violent blue these faithless eyes had ever dared
to lure from the depths of the sleepless Dream;

but i'll never accept
the callous death
that is [....]
ambivalence.
i would like to give up now
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AlecBell's avatar
A strangely troubled poem, Shane. Perhaps there are colours of emotions that we cannot see.