colour pallet world

and you have irises whose colours shall bleed and mix in genes trickling into your children morphed into flesh and bone from sperm and blood and skin colours clash and blend to form their coverage but it will have to get tougher tough skin if they want to stop harsh words from sinking in words launch from tongues of people who forget that they are part of a colour pallet this world is a messy, disorganized dance and colours run and blend and each is beautiful and no one is superior generations of ink and paint and chalk travelled the world blossomed into culture different climates, different patterns same scientific formula so these people need to stop with only thinking of themselves and realise that we are all under one ruling breathe the same elements and there is no room for a higher shelf and our duty to each other is to always give our help no matter what

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