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Colors


You don't know the meaning of the colors you wear.

You put them on to follow, so that everyone stares.

You emit no emotion towards that color.

No thought of it even crosses your mind.

It is not to hide, or flourish.

Just simply to follow the crowd as you gallop behind.

You will wear any color that trends that day.

Even if it's not one you wish to bare.

Go ahead and flount what you think you may know

as i question...

Who yourself really is in there.

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