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Pjp Dec 2016
The yellow flowers molded into the brown in nature
The green leaves against the ultramarine
The red light of a burning cigarette against a dark room
The meaningless depths of grey rains
The pale of my feet on the wet grass
The black ink tainting my plain skin
The white of your smile
The brown in my eyes and the red in yours, the colors that made sense

— The End —