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Pattern Am I


Colors are fascinating. "I want to Tye-dye my life!" And I've done just that... My life is a mixed pattern of A beetle's brown, pussing guts; The vibrant wales of dying sprite; All the reds of veins exposed; All the blacks of exploding pens; All the crimsons of bloody sores; The grey ashes from gory explosions; The blue of the base of a flame on a burning flower; And the glittery specs from shattered glass raining from the dark sky. How remarkable a pattern am I.
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