Words have always been my art: They dance for me and sing for me; They laugh for me and cry for me; They are my paint and brushes; They are my clay.
Light, dark, dusk, and dawn Twilight slowly fades into Night or day
Black and white and grey Fifty shades and more between The ends of the spectrum
Male and female too Are not so different. There are no opposites.
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