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Screaming for love,
my heart wants out.
Gasping for air,
my lungs won't accept.
Black and white,
fade into grey,
until my eyelashes dance
then flutter shut.
Wet twists of soft brown
tease my naked shoulders,
open to the world,
where gray is dressed as silver,
brown as gold.
Emotion is corrupted and stomped,
feel free to bottle my confusion
to sell on the black market,
the new drug!

By: Adrienne Dass