Light comes in layers
pressed together
until colors
bleed away
into white.
But they released
the pressure
and artificially
created vivid
colors.
What they never realized
was the devaluation
of their currency
until sunrises
became shrugs.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
