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Aug 2019
Color because living is desolate without it.
It's as if I can hear color & that's why
my
background is something she'd said.

Color because skies & seas dull without it.
As if I can feel color & that's why
my
conscience is in willful quandary.

Indigo because Emerald is too zest
and she isn't.
My, my;
how bruises could turn out so gentle.
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Boi  21/M/On a chair
(21/M/On a chair)   
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