The colour's grey tonite. But of course no one cared. It's the novelty of being comfortable. It's the novelty of no
longer having to work too hard to please.
Grey turned into red and fury raves over. Of course no one cared. It's the novelty of having our hands full with other things to even notice. Or it was noticed but could not be bothered about. Oh how times have changed.
Red turns into black stone cold. It has hardened and accumulated. One day, just one day it will happen. It will happen.
For now, it's alone again in this room. Morning till night.
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