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As waves pass through my bones and blood
As strips of color pass me by
When I try to catch them
Run away
When I try to grab them
Slip away

These stains of color on my hands
The remnants of them keeping quite
Leeching through my skin and to my brain
Since then I have never
Been the same

Stained with splotches spread throughout my skin
Inconsistencies that signal them
Color blind
They see it black and grey
And I knew since then
I could not stay





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ecofreak said...
Aug. 22, 2010 at 9:25 pm
This poem makes me feel like a rainbow! Love the last two stanzas.
 
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