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Feb 2013
This is my canvas.
Just like you have seven colors
I have twenty six letters.

I have a finite number of ways to get you to feel.
I have boundaries set up by history and grammer.
I have these inhumane words to work with,
but
I can elicit a sad feeling
without having to use blue.
And I'm not so sure
that's something you could do.
Written by
Shannon Kelly
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