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2d
I don't remember the colours
looking so bright
and distinguished from each other
You tell me,
I have not been looking
I did not want to open my eyes
until now
until i saw the contrasting shapes and colours all colliding all collating together
all at once
this is what it is like
walking through the woods in Autumn
Stephanie Grace
Written by
Stephanie Grace  London, England
(London, England)   
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