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Apr 2016
My palette is so colorful
The greens the reds the blues
So many wonderful hues
But so often they get tangled
Looped together in endless paths
Leaving a dry, dull, black

Black is whats void of all things
How can this be when theres so much color there
If i just add more
Im sure it will look fair

Then and only then the colors do come back
With a dark, shadowy black
Right now its purple
But still mostly black
This is where my soul is at
Curtis
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