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Jul 2015
Rushing to find green.
Crawling to escape red.
Facing my fears and ignoring yellow.
Head held high towards the blue.
Sneaking around packages of brown.
Avoiding the violet violence.
Until an unfortunate glare into my whites.
Flash sparks of orange.
Then let me fall and fade to black.
No silver lining.
Only golden gates.
Welcome me home into the clear.
For all those fighting and grinding.
RD Specter
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RD Specter  Washington D.C
(Washington D.C)   
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