Today fat yellow squatted on
the rolling blue to gaze at skinny red.
Visions of potential greens
and oranges and purples bled
into their separate consciousnesses.
Not a word was said.
Pigment figments in my pencil box
taste my joy and dread.
the rolling blue to gaze at skinny red.
Visions of potential greens
and oranges and purples bled
into their separate consciousnesses.
Not a word was said.
Pigment figments in my pencil box
taste my joy and dread.
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