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Nov 2016
I was white,
Devoured with love.
Touched with fire,
By the sun's warm glow.

Suddenly I'm red,
Made to love.
Where forever was devoid,
By a broken heart.

I was intensely saturated,
by reminiscing sunsets.
Finding myself,
in different shades.

Now am covered,
with too much colors.
if love exists,
albeit it's half-truth.
Love is colorful. It will define who you are. The rainbow symbolizes different sexuality, and there's no better way to know yourself better than knowing your true colors. What color are you?
Written by
GuiseOfALoner
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