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Aug 2016
My brush is full of
fall-in-love hues.
cinnamons and cardamom,
   rich garnets buried inside rocks
     that have yet-to-be cracked

my hand is full of
tiny thoughts,
  the color leather & lapis
where the south is leaning up her chin
to give the north a kiss.

I'm going to
present you with the colors
like a row of
exotic spices-
expensive, condensed, the palate,
this palette,
of every world I can see you
Sarah Richards
Written by
Sarah Richards  F/Oregon
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