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Nov 2018
There is an absence of colour,
I used to look around and see fields of red and blue,
Splatters of marigold and mint,
Hues and shades of orchid and honey,
And now,
Theres is an absence of colour,
And I can't help but think that maybe it’s because there is an absence of you.
Written by
Ophelia
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     Carlie Sims, mr t and ---
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