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If I was a tapestry it would seem incoherent
My threads being all too inconsistent
From left to right,
Nothing quite right

The threads of color bursting out,
They can not be contained.
Its just on no mere square canvas,
Could I ever be portrayed

Yet as I am walking and you pass me bye,
What is it you see with your curious eye.

What weaves of color do you paint me to be
Lines of red, orange or blue which do you see

I think therefore I am
A question or a statement
For what values from others
Should be included in our portrayment
Written by
David J  23/M
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