I can only see one colour.
Of all the colours I would have chosen to see the world in, this wouldn’t be it.
It’s not red: filled with passion, love, lust or danger.
It’s not yellow: warm, welcoming, bursting with life.
It’s not blue: cool, calm, serene.
No, it’s grey. Dull, drab, neutral, washed-out grey.
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