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Mar 2019
Neither vibrant nor pastel;
Dull nor neon;
It never does seem
To work with the fabrics I wear

Colors, dearly loved and undiscovered
Drape, fit, and paint onto us
Beautifully,
they are selfish

I belong to color

I recognize what I cannot improve,
because I love what could not be

I judge what follows through
because I hate what can improve,

Despite all these colors,
that have conditioned me
I cherish what I need
Despite the impermanence,
of what I want
Alexander Oliver
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Alexander Oliver  18/M/Newfoundland, Canada
(18/M/Newfoundland, Canada)   
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   Mark S and TSPoetry
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