My thoughts finally relent! White, the colour of truce they offer, Arms outstretched, Beckoning for acceptance! No longer they will rebel; They seem to convey. No longer will they stray. Chained they would remain, To the mundane drudgery of everyday. A rebel’s thoughts will henceforth, Not sully or smear A canvas, No outpouring of emotions; Choosing to remain In oblivion.
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