• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 01
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Which one

The blue pair
the blue pair, fingers snug inside,
each digit untouched.
Yet, there always was pink,
yellow, red, white, green, black,
the others hanging on the wall.
Our hearts wrung out in rainbows,
joy in palms never fingerless.
What's left on the marble table now
one grey evening glove,
a memory in colour?