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Jan 2020
I’ve seen see hundreds of colors he doesn’t know exist
I’ve seen the creator in an atom, in a mountain
I’ve seen prophecies and miracles, births and deaths

and he says my eyes are dead
because he can’t find what he’s looking for there
Written by
Sparrow  30/F
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