Poem:Chains

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Gold, as bright as the sun

That shines

Through the prism blocks

That shows the color of the rainbow

But all I see is black and white

That is like a tile

That can easily broke

And tore apart

Like a broken heart

A piece of cloth tearing apart

By the scissors of a certain someone

That you cannot see

But when the lights shines through it

You can only see

Your own self holding you back...

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