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May 2016
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You were not light blue and I wasn't red.
We did not collide and produce a lilac sky.
We were black.
Never first, the secondary colours of light mixed together
to produce black.
We were a dark nothing.
We collided and produced a blank white canvas,
for us to get our own shades of paint and throw on it.
For us to produce whatever colour sky we want.
Mikayla Fitzell
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Mikayla Fitzell  Ontario
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