Answers
Finger nails against the grain.
The blood spreads and begins to stain.
Red and white.
The night begins to escalade.
Empty answers to the wrongly played.
Black and blue.
The bruises grow.
Answering to cliffs below.
Grey and green.
Infections of an earlier decade.
My soul, I ask you to trade.
Orange and violet.
Colors that do not show.
When your answers glow.
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