Everyone sees different colors
But all I see
Is brown
With flecks of gold
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How I found me
PoetryA random series of poems and thoughts on my way to finding myself. These are just splinters of my mind, and they sometimes won't make sense and have no structure or deeper meaning. They are the words I'm too afraid to speak out loud, the words I'm f...
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Everyone sees different colors
But all I see
Is brown
With flecks of gold