Each color speaks of a state of the soul, and together they form the map of a heart that trembles in the face of absence. The red tones burn like the fear I still feel after your death, a fire that won't go out inside me. The whites slip like sighs of nostalgia, fragile, fleeing between the folds of pain. The blacks spread deep, shadows of emptiness that overwhelm me, while the blues seep in softly, like the calm I search for but cannot find.

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