You and I, we have this one thing in common, the purple pools. Thats about it; it's on my arms, it's on your face. If it were up to me, I'd take all of it and become an ocean, a pool of purple, black, and blue.
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humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
