though it scares me to death
my brain is growing quiet
the words are scattering
and the beauty is beginning
to lose its meaning
my hopes are that one day
i will reawaken
but for now, i will rest
there is nothing left for me here
there is nothing i can do
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Snippets of Color
PoetryI'm left with colors, feelings I can't even explain. I can only sit back, let it all flow, and be quiet
