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Space For Our Colors


There is space And there is depth Deep within the mind Room for worries, Mistakes, and Complex forms Of expression The boundaries Are endless The Madness Is present In everyone In everything Black and White Grey and Purple All the Same Rich lines burried People calling, Categorizing, Believing What is this, And you? We all see The same But our Feelings Vary, Like our Colors.
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