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Feb 2014
I am beginning to see your true colors,
they are starting to shine through your eyes.
They're thousands of hues,
of especially blue
Your colors are much different than mine.

Camouflage on our souls doesn't suit us.
Take off all of the warpaint and find;
that despite our true colors
contrasting each other,
He who painted your soul painted mine.
an ode to my best friend Nate who is becoming more real everyday. "He" is God.
sam
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sam  MI
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