• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 06
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Inside Out

This monochrome image was part of my past.
It doesn't tell you who I am, or what makes me tick.
For your information, I am pure technicolour.
Peach was the colour of the day.
It should have been red.

They say I'm like my mother:
How would I know? All I ever had
of her was this black and white photo —
the one you have managed to tear.

You made the hole —
Now use it. Find the real me.