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Shadowleaves

 
 
 
I am
colors
on the outside
 
I brush
up against my insides
rushing forward
 
I trace
myself
back
    into life —
living
 
folded up
against the
world
charting a course
 
I am pressed
like
grain of sand
 
 
it’s crystal clear
I’m cut off from my own sight
imagine
 
I
am
neither
mix nor colors
 
I
find
not a hue
of
myself 
 
only 
the
spirit of 
 
shadowleaves
 
 

 

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