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Nov 2019
You see grey
Where I see yellow
Sunshine colors
Vibrant orange.

While you are surrounded
By bright blues
And pretty pinks
I am enveloped
By blacks
And dreary browns.

Why can’t we ever see the same?
Written by
Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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