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Show me the colour
of your heart, eyes and your soul
so I may love you.

(16w haiku)
I once knew
an evil being.
His name
was Comparison.
He was shameless,
an unapologetic thief
of joy.
you can look at poetry
with a logical eye,
but you would miss
the message
with lack of wisdom.
It felt like the 70’s
Free love was alive
His eyes were golden
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