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Colors,
on me,
Flashes of light,
on me,
Making its way,
To the contours
of my mind,
Blinded from its,
menacing grace,
Never to take me
away from,
My own spotlight.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
