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May 2014
There exists a world
Consisting of only colors
As magical as a dream
The grass is of electrifying emerald
The sunflowers are dripping of goldenness
It appears as pixels composed of only the brightest colors
Your hair flows of fiery oranges
Your lips are a perfect mixture
Of bold scarlet
And ****** crimson
An artist’s masterpiece
Until he smears it with his paintbrush
Evan McClellan
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Evan McClellan
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