chromatography

you can't tell

what I am

just by looking at me

I'll blend in

the spaces where I can fit

in your mind

those spaces where you put me

that's where I stay

in the gaps

between the shades

and the glow

which obscure 

and paint our eyes

the pigment; that ink

the one that stains my skins

these spaces where I can fit

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