People are different colours if you look closely,
It's simple with a trained eye,
You walk in the streets where the people walk by,
Make sure to look but never stare,
Next to their outline what do you see?
I saw a young lady and she was green,
I saw a couple and she was yellow and he was green and yellow,
Out of these hidden colours observed, most people are green or yellow and occasionally blue,
One woman was unreadable but I felt this sinking feeling and crossed the road,
I looked at the outlines of my hand,
Indigo with a hint of green,
I wondered how many indigos I have seen,
Another woman walked past me and I felt steady and comfortable,
She was indigo too!
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Trash Book of Extra.
PoetryWarning: I am a weirdo. This will contain some thoughts of mine, some poems, some deep shit, some thoughts I have as I go through the journey of self-exploration, lmao. Some chapters may be seen as too controversial but whatever you know. I mean, re...
