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The colors were a soft grey,
almost a caress.
The expression one rather
of worry not to inflict pain.
Though the terms
would have been painful
in any shade.
She appreciated that no knife
Was present to be pushed
into the already bruised flesh.
She nodded in agreement
Almost as if expecting these hues
to be squeezed onto her life’s Pallet.
Isn’t this what she wanted?
Wasn’t this what she asked for?
It was truly an answer to the prayer
she had been praying.
She wished it had been mauve,
Crimson or Phalo Blue.
“It is what it is.”
He told her.
She tried to hold her head up high
And thank and praise her creator.
But the future she wondered
what shades would it bring?
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