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Aug 2016
The color of the afternoon sky, the color of the crystal clean pool in your backyard.


The color of my eyes, signaling that I’m alive.


The color of your lighter, the one that lights all of your cigarettes on fire.
Elise Jackson
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Elise Jackson  26/F/the forest
(26/F/the forest)   
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