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Oct 2020
I saw someone wearing red--
and shine like gold, smiles like silver.
Moods are blue but it can be yellow.
He lays in a greeny yard but feels gray inside.
He thought of violet-like it is a garden.
He ate orange to feel alive--
but the sky is pink.
It reminds him of her.
His tears flow upon his tan skin
and the sky starts to get darker.
Clouds starting to turn into ash--
And every color turns black.
So if the combination of all colors is black.
So is the emotion.
Written by
Xanny Riddle  21/M/abyss
(21/M/abyss)   
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