Out of gray, you appeared in front as an onion to be smashed, I yelled for a cry, a remedy of my rampant.
They once told me I was wicked as a clown, but clowns aren't wicked, am I?
I project rainbows around and I remember you injecting grasses on land, it was my property, and I hate you for life.
You seem to earn fulfillment against the ice cream I brought for you, you did not eat it, you take mine instead. I take yours out of will, that damned strawberries.
Then you proceed to let me sip at my icecream you just licked. Damn mango dirty icecream, you are no longer my fave.
You once told me you liked masks, so I bought one for you. No, actually, I created them, spent days mixing various sets of glitters, I even clashed and chased my sister for bringing this mask in her school just to only see this mask on your hands painted with gray?
Days I run in caution, rubbing the depths with soap before heading to traffic lights. I forgot to rinse but you pulled me for adventure, and I forget what rinse is.
I am struck by grays, turned into black to white in horror of not recognizing myself, I run for soak, for rinsing, letting myself drown.
I sink, it doesn't fade, but it turned my baths into gray.
I learned to let myself touch grays, it became a comfort, I forgot what rise is, I forgot what bling is.
Ah! I remembered, bling is a bling, you once told me bling is a bing!
You banged the door; it wasn't a bling or bing! But it was enough.
Yes, now I remember to recall, you pulled me out of depths, rinse me up.
Each peeled on their own and I returned into lucent.
You once told me you adored my sparkles so much you don't want to touch it. You told me that while hiding the mask I gave you with the mask you created, the gray one.
You are giving it to me, I thought you were returning my gift I gave to you, and I don't like grays and hated you so much that day.
I am blind, but you…
You kept them separated while together, like us.
And I…
I never told you, I liked your strawberries so much, maybe we can swap again if it still counts.
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