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Sep 2014
Bleach out the blush wine in your sundress,
bleach the walnut from your hair, bleach the coffee outline from your teeth,
bleach the gray grout in the kitchen floor, bleach the teal sky.
Everything is pure,
*everything is nothing.
White is technically an absense of color, but we're all striving for it.
C S Cizek
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C S Cizek  Williamsport
(Williamsport)   
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