I ran purple in the shampoo
Hair,
Bruised,
I ran
It was blue this time,
The overdue reinvention of my mask
And will be fortified soon for some other,
Faceless thing
Rock bands do it better
Disguising distress with death to defy
The conditioned, combed locks of
Common people
I ran
To be common all at once and all together
Human
I ran the colours of discomfort
In black and blue
I knew the shades would match some lies
That smiles sell on street corners
I knew the ink would fade,
When it smudged and said,
“I’m inside of you”
I ran
From all of the colours that black and white couldn’t see
To see
If newspaper paint was all it cracked up to be
Ohhhwillow 
You have quite a talent here – and I’m enjoying your site.
‘I knew the shades would match some lies
That smiles sell on street corners
I knew the ink would fade,
When it smudged and said,
“I’m inside of you”’
Is an excellently evocative (and damning of society) stanza.
Fine writing.
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Thank you Chris! I remmeber finding this line in myself. It was one of those relieving, warm moments, where as a writer you sit back and say alound ‘oh, I think I got something.’ Thanks for reading! Thoroughly enjoying yours too.
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Thank you I’m pleased that you are finding something here that you enjoy.
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