Magnets and Shrapnel - Hello Poetry

I'm thriving in a prism. Colors can't blend, light turns into shards (they beat excruciatingly across my chest). I wish to be blinded instead I'm living dead.

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC

Magnets and Shrapnel

I'm thriving in a prism. Colors can't blend, light turns into shards (they beat excruciatingly across my chest). I wish to be blinded instead I'm living dead.

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC

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