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[colour-and-honour]

I can admit all the days are the same.

some are filled with details, a friend will come around and surprise you.

once a year, you’re somewhere new, iridescent skin alive with possibility.

if you are lucky, there will be bland smiles. open mouths. a joke worth a laugh.

but all the days lack purpose, and we grow old in an instant.