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Oct 2020
My skin is like sand in Hawaii.
Completely white.
Not in a good way.
From afar I could blend in with the whiteboard.
There is no color,
Accept when I run.
When I run, my whole face flushes with an ugly shade of red

My skin is so white that all the other features of me are hidden,
My hair that streams down my back, detailed, shiny,
My eyes that sparkle in the sunlight, thoughtful, unique,
The freckles that stretch across my face, powerful, plentifull
pt 5 of my vignette series
Written by
MRosen  13/F/Washington
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