Some see me as a pushover-Cleaned up, innocent, and sober.But hear me out, all you gazers-I’m the dearest of all saviors,I’m the base to all your layers,And the canvas for all players.Why, without me, how could you seeWhat a color is meant to be?Though rainbows do not accept me(This regretful fact I concede),I dominate your…

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