Million Shades

Million Shades

No million shades of white and black
Could ever bring the color back
And now it’s blinking red
You keep walking away
It’s hard to do the things we do
We trade the anguish for the bloom
We bet the house
We shoot the moon
What’s twice the heartache makes
Another drivel of a poem
As if the truth could e’er be told

I’m just streaming on the freeway

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