POLYCHROME EUPHEMISM

 

Pleasant terms, garish colours, soft heavy criticism.

I have no use besides just being. Being regardless of whether it works or not. I stay.

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You stay. Stay, stay, stay. I don't want you to stay. I want you to come.

But nobody knows how to leave. Nobody knows how to deal.

It's beautiful, it's so happy. An isms disguised as colour tries to get attention.

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I have tools, I have the aesthetic, I have the word.

I have no manual, no solution, I have nothing.

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With no one to blame

Life is good

For me

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The line on top, it’s stable and keeps me awake.

The line below dances between chromatic phases.

Can it be that simple for you?

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I'll try to make it happen.

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Ana Malta, Jun 22