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Stuck in the hollow of blushing color.

Fading…

No longer clinging to the clouds.

The cast of complexion wrapping around me and you.

These brilliant paths are not ours by choice.

Yet, we belong.

Just like the lines palming my hand.

No, longer are we lingering in the black

and,

the white.

But living intensely in all the undertone’s of life.

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