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Colour me good; colour me bad or better yet leave me alone
Pain a bleak picture of my skin, go on laugh at my tone
Yielding to your provocations, on my part becomes impotence
Fool me twice and I become a sorry slave to your pretense
Only one amongst will come out of this with dignity intact
A Silver tongue and devious fists combine together, poorly in tact
I may have bled but still I have the last laugh
So retreat with a pride cut to half.
(Word Count: 87)
