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Aug 2012
The color ofΒ Β lost time

The color of white onΒ Β an horizon

The color of midnight in the garden of words

The color of sound pealing in a vast sea of bluebells

The color of thought indentured to compelling

Imunities that complain of authenticities so intence

There are cloistered calls for an incantatory language

of soft colored vowels a,e,i,o,u

In an enigmatic language of legitimacy

That wrests the color of colors from themselves

And provides a history of the world in 13 tweets
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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