Bleeding Colours
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Last published Fri, Jan 31, 2020
When colours bleed meaning, words, thoughts. Colour bleeds into your mind and past your eyes, into our feelings and interpretation of the world.
This is my interpretation of colours.
*So I edited the cover :0 might redo it again in a year.
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