= P r e s e n t =

In all the colours of the world,
In every corner of my heart,
I’ve written an amalgamation of memory,

That hasn’t yet begun,

It’s the burden I bear,

Where a heart skips a beat,
I present myself to you,

As keenly as I can,

With no colour in my world,

With no corners to my heart.

The End

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