When hues collide, a stark and brutal scene,
Black bruises blooming where the light once played,
And blue, a sorrow, silent and unseen,
Beneath the surface, where the heart's betrayed.
Is this the canvas where our truths reside?
A testament to battles fought and lost,
Where tenderness and anger cannot hide,
And pain's raw artistry incurs such cost?
Or do these colors whisper...
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