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Sep 2011
The world isn’t 
black and white.
You react like it’s 
this or that,
right or wrong,
me or you,
one way 
or not at all.
Break reality.
Come down
and you’ll realize
that between 
black and white
there are colors never seen.
Let me rub them
on your skin.
It may feel cold at first,
but once you get used to it
you can spread your
new found language
on me.
Finger paint 
this revelation
on my soul.
Breean Pennio
Written by
Breean Pennio
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     Molly Pendleton and Breean Pennio
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