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Perhaps there is no wonder. As it all feels so gray. The color slowly leeched. Just as the sun Makes our vision white. The little paper bird Sits all dusty and bleached upon the shelf.
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
Paper Crane
Perhaps there is no wonder. As it all feels so gray. The color slowly leeched. Just as the sun Makes our vision white. The little paper bird Sits all dusty and bleached upon the shelf.
Just a sad thoughtful poem
SilverLaughter
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28/F/Vermont
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
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