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colours (xvi)

such is the lot i get, trying to say a few words about
our love, but yet randomly picking these, many of them most
uncolorful, and lately more often than not negative or seemingly
rude colors, if that is possible, when i’m using this little device to

generate a few lyrics about the most pleasant, most appropriate (except...?)
romance i myself have ever been fortunate to be
a (these grapes are far from sour)
part of. except what? nothing, really. or have you figured it out yet?
endlessly (thus far, as in the best is by far yet to come)
separated. so to speak. but not for long. and not to diminish a minute of it.