The monochrome speaks in its silence.

My eyes burn

in longing, in friction.

They burn, but with 

their light marred.

Like hundreds of colors 

on this canvas,

once discovered, sprayed, built...

had been charred.

And, You say

I am, 

such a beautiful 

monochrome.

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