The last straw.

In the light of these technicolor tints,
I have lost time letting you scalpel the hues on me.
And there are layers
Below this mess
I am yet to discover,
Breaking one at a time,
As your pique shows through your words.
But
The shards make me wonder,
Who are you to rebuke the
‘sin’ when your own words were in disguise?

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