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Aug 2018
Soft shades glimmer on my darker skin,
Sing me songs til days end,
I can not be anymore than I am and I will not be anything I am not,
I see they admire my pace
Even after I'm tired and withered from life's race
So these days I smile in the many faces of uncertainty,
Feeling less cursed and more blessed, Feeling less hurt and more whole,
I still sit in spaces between time Pondering it all...
While pure devotion
Keeps me grounded and sane,
And yes I know my ramblings mean Nothing to you
But the ones who see colors
Understand the sentences
Of little bird red
With dashes of blue
Author: C.R.
Written: 8/25/18 4:44
Camaury Robinson
Written by
Camaury Robinson  Atlanta, GA
(Atlanta, GA)   
   Manuel Hutchinson
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