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Inside Of A Poem
Falling down
Down
Down
A pool of color.
Pinks,
Blues,
and yellows.
All mixing
And blending.
I get to a part
With dull, dreary,
Lifeless colors.
I fall into a deep
Slumber.
I awake to
Colors
So bright
Perhaps i might
Throw up.
Perhaps i might
Lose my
Eyesight.
I begin to
Wonder,
“Where am i
And where will i end”
Am i inside
A painting?
Have i fallen
Into a photograph?
A book?
No, a poem.
I am inside the
body of a poem.
The reds
Are the poems of love.
The dull
Is the sad and tragic.
Yellow
The happiness
Of past days and youth.
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