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December 5, 2012
By polan BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
polan BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
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Your dry hands reach out
And flip open a door of ink
Hesitantly at first,
You dip your toes into
The sea of color
That bursts from the grey paper
And you trail worlds with your fingertips
Test the water, then
You dive in,
And,
Lost to the cold air above you,
Surrounded by brilliance,
You only wish
You never needed to come up
For a breath of reality.



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