the color
chart is open
to blues.
greys and light
whites. my
choices. it's
snowing and
you want me
to paint the room.
you are on
the couch, sipping
tea. staring
at the wall,
looking at chips,
trying to imagine
what colors it
would all be,
without compromise,
without me.
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