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Aug 2012
There are billions of colors in this world,
Some we cannot even put a name to.
It is with those colors that we paint our canvas of life.
Everyone creates a different painting,
Even if the colors are the same.
Do you have the bright blue of the summer sky?
Or perhaps a professional gray?
There are colors for what we do, what we think.
Though the colors we cannot explain,
Are the ones that can be anything we feel.
What color is love, pain, anger?
That is where the art gets unique,
As nobody can agree on the meaning.
Written by
Heath Leonard  20/Agender/USA
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