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- I can recall your shades of blue, and I wonder if you are mine to reclaim. In this haze of gray, I've only projected my own images against the fog to find my way. November lets me out of her sight for a moment, and I am given my opportunity for clarity, to have my black and white. Fear induces hesitation. If both hold truth, could it be that bad? Have I become so addicted to the ignorance? |