By Seymour
Colors can dance in my head But I can't catch them - instead I find their living counterpart Do what I can to rip apart Their tiny wings, my clumsy hands I pin it up, and now what stands But what once flew, their tattered sails Bloodied on my artist's flailsAppropriate title, I think. Written December 9th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 04:12 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Colors can dance in my head..."
Author:Seymour
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"Colors can dance in my head..." by Seymour
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