Colors-Monday Thru Friday
blue is a number
after huckleberry squared
formula for rain
orange is a song
felt in the crook of your ear
louder than buzzing
animals are green
so is every magnet
and the earth's moisture
all feelings are white
contained in brown steamer trunks
old moths fly away
black is an engine
unimaginable speed
then it disappeared
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