The Color
The colours
They robbed
The shapes
Them runaways
The blankness
Moments with you
And the memories
Of your hunger
The truth
Yes the truth
The companion
The fork and the spoon
And the grease
On the plate
Of the pork
The bend of the pavement
Moments with you
And the memories
Of your hunget
The truth
The colours
They really robbed
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