I cannot see in pinks
Fuchsia, millennial, peach.
For I am disillusioned sage and earthy brown,
Painting prose in light blue and gold.
My friends speak in black, silver, and rose,
Listening to music in teal and red.
But when I find the color I cannot speak, cannot hear,
I savor the taste and the warmth of it.
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Author:
Rael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2023 12:49
- Comment from author about the poem: I haven't been on in a little while. Poems take time and heart, and for a while, my heart was off at sea. Please enjoy.
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Comments1
Does it hurt - tattooing?
Well getting a tattoo hurts, sure. But the act of tattooing doesn't hurt the artist, no.
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