Passing by the stadium, I heard a man sing,
"What a wonderful world,"Walking the street,
I laughed at his bluff,
"Everything's gonna be alright, shine your eyes, it's alright".
Slowly, I believed his bluff, his voice which felt like angelic feather touching against my rough dry skin.
Slowly, I realized he was honest.
No angel would lie to me.
Colors. Not. Contridiction. So sweet, the dark. Obscure, sweet light.
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