I slogged at a slag-coloured job
concealed it in a rose petal hues
as I focused on perks and benefits
to banish the eight to four blues.
From ho-hum I made la-di-da
as boredom at bay I did hold,
Magician, sly alchemist, I worked hard
at transforming dust into gold.
Til settling for gray would not do;
I unleashed the longing within,
shed the past, turned the page to shades of white
faced forward and sloughed off a skin.
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