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the color of midnight

ready to push

me over a cliff,

i lay here waiting

i was staying put,

the trigger she

thinks of pulling

as if she ne'er

held a gun, or

thought of it ever

developing

but like a pen

to a form

or paper

i am filling

give me a day

with you that is

worth living

but neither the

definition of their

colors emerging