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Aug 2017
her color is yellow
Yellow like the golden rod swaying in the breeze
Yellow like the stickers of smiling faces
Just a kid in a body that could move the world
Worst part is, people expect it of her, expect her color to be imposing, a dark sultry red
But I know, I know her color is yellow
Phoebe
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