I'm stained in the ways of the world
Black and white borders of propriety
Blatant billboards
Subliminal afterthoughts
Mixed signals pointing both ways -
Let me dip my quill in colors undiscovered
Half shades of Heaven and Hell
Leave me teetering on my Talons....
With only the most delicate, random gust
To blow me in the direction I should go.
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