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May 2016
The black started to fade to blue,
And soon became a deep purple,
with little sparks of diferent colors.
Not in one specific area,
But all around scattered,
Like a variety of people on this earth.
Imagine those tinged sparks,
Coming together and making a color of their own.
It wouldn't just be a color it would be,
Light.
You are not apart of this disintegration
Mayela
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Mayela  California
(California)   
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