w a t e r c o l o r

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my colors are fading

into a watercolor painting,

all the muted tones 

bleeding into each other,

until i'm just a scene

of hazy violet blue

in your life

of black and white,

and we both wonder

what happened

to the vibrance, the flair,

what diluted my life 

into washed out rainbows

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