They're right when they tell you not every person is the same. They each filled my life with a new color, foreign and yet the most amazing feeling. They made me feel every color, and for that I have them to thank. But all color has to fade, and I don't know if it was worth the rush to feel so drained.
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A spark that fades,
Just as you touch it, yet,
Illuminating all shades.
Fleeting and transitory,
Still it manages,
To convey a story.
Highest ranking till date: #13 in poetry (4/12/16)