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by BOB GALLO Oct 25, 2021 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
He wanted to be clear but clarity turns to blank and one must die in order to remain blank because colours are stain, and life is colourful. :: Sugar is bad. It is only good to coat the acerbity of this world: the daily medicine of the truth. It is to mask the bitterness of these faces, these fences out of my windows these words, facts.... It is to paint over the blank, to colour, to stain transparency.