Color
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This is one of my most symbolic and meaningful poems yet. Color, is a poem depicting the world by what it truly is, and what it is really run by. We as a society, have become so accustomed to judging things by color, that we are blind to it's hidden meaning. Color plays a very powerful part in our non-perfect but yet perfect world, and it is up to us as a people to decide how we are to engage it.
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