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by Venky

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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.

wk 230 brush

(Word Count: 87)

Sammi Cox Weekend Prompt #230

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