The poet’s choice of colours

I am a poet, a born grandstander, trained in the pageantry
of baring the soul. And don’t be fooled; the events of my life
might be the raw material, but it takes a great deal of fancy
to spill out a verse. Although, remember, even a stage death
requires the true colour of blood.

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