ASHEN
A part of me knows damn well that it will fade someday
Like the dye on cotton blacks, blues and greens
A shade of you still stays inside the bucket
Every single time I meet someone new.
Not sure of my calculations though,
With each dip while relapsing
I promise myself to shed
Some more of you. Still,
I know there isn't
A white now
Fades can
only be
Ashen.
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