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Apr 2017
The pale colored sky
Looms over the bold colored town
It dreams of falling,
Of its pigment coming down
Thrashing and moving with uncertain grace
Yet it is unable to stick to a pace

Colors are flying
As spirits are too,
But there are many differences,
Between me and you
Madelyn Landis
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Madelyn Landis
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