"I can not only see colors I can feel them" I can feel the red and orange tints from the sunset slowly fading away and I can feel the pink from your cheeks as you blush and walk away I can feel the sea with its different shades of blue and green and I can feel the salty air around me swirl and distract me from the only thing I want to see I want to see the colors of your skin the skin you carry on the very body you despise and wilt in I want to feel the same I want to be put into the same frame so maybe I can understand why so much self hatred is in such a beautiful person.
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Being between life and death
PoetryYou, holder of chaos, have the ability to make it look like beauty.
