Turned out to be
It all happened this morning
When Red knocked on my window
Informing me that all spring colors
Decided on a sit-in, on the porch of my house
I look outside
Everything is grey
Even White and Black
Are joining the strike
In a world where colors are undermined
What would change if they actually disappear?
The Licentiam - Five poems about fiancée here at The Licentiam, an awesome zine for experimental erotic work.
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