On Becoming Polychromatic Again

The feral are closer, more curious without the darkness that kept them at the edge of nightfall.
No longer is the need for a torch to keep you from stalking my thoughts.
The world a little softer,
vibrant of color that once filled me.
I like myself flusher with color. 

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