Common
© Ferrer Joey Palomar Fesico
There is a place called middle,
a place where familiar is familiar.
Same sent and not distinct.
There is a color green,
a color no one can break.
Take chrome and they'll be quick.
Silhouette,
only green.
They bash, they grin, don't ever wear blue.
There I wonder what is true,
a brilliance only my eyes knew.
There's a question on how to pursue.
Where can you find who,
hiding from one point of view,
No chance to renew
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