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Dec 2019
Black and white
but, this was gray.
Six trips around the sun,
and finally today.

Variety of hues
stained my eyes,
shades in between
no longer in disguise.

At last, I gaze at the layers
of paint on your canvas
remarkable, complete chaos—a portrait;
palette drips in harmonious madness.
No longer in the gray area, I can finally see the colors of you.
timetravellerspoetry
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timetravellerspoetry  25/F/CA
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   kvn, Sue Huff, A Slow Heyoka and ---
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