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Oct 2018
Let the colours run wild

Set them free

A pigment thrown out

Is a feeling live out

Rainbows are felt

When they are way out

An artist speaks out

When the brush gets rub out

These colours don't dye out

Even the day my breath ran out
ThePoetNextDoor
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ThePoetNextDoor  M/Where i belong
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