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(Alt title: Colors That Will Mean Nothing) I am a Fauve My love of colors exist not in reality; a fraud but in a recital of never-ending silence Home and school, the grays of the abusive enigma, Outside under rule, the blacks of the abusive enigma, but the river- Oh, the river- Blue is not its only love, a reflection of the human emotions, place of a seeking Fauve, And in those waves- a peaclful notion, a boy with eyes closed. Escaping, escaping, reaching the bottom, a living manifesto, one that speaks from how blue the skin has gone, then purple, and finally, declining from the mindset of a Fauve, the boy has become colorless. And in this case, lifeless. - enriko eozyoh
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
The Option To Covet or To Demean Colors