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SPIT OUT THE BRIGHT COLORS
painted on the unknown to make it marketable to the masses,
the mugged middle-class.
SPIT OUT ONTO A CANVAS
make it out of imagination.
SPIT OUT AN EXPLANATION
for why there are no shadows
among the shades of red
recreated on a
splintering
snow white
wonderland.
"Shadows mean loneliness,"
and you have enough of that
at home as the red numbers
change to
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