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Don't turn your colors on me

divulgation of your shortcomings came too quickly we inhabit different spectrum locations your chambers are heated my feet are too cold so I run told you I'll travel you asked – where and if I'm going to bring you something bought you something and left it to myself so I can be reminded in the end I didn't surrender it to you my words won't wear your surname they are just passersby through your warm palette won't leave any imprint and you threatened to become my blueprint it sounded like floating in sparkling lake and annunciation of blood is trying to suffocate me in that iron midst as your eyes are attempting to detour from heavy conversations that special room where you said you've folded me became overcrowded so I run instead of coming after me your blistering penetration fractured my muscle and left in vast taint which overflowed through colors bruising the sanity of my expectancy I did it again by premature innocence thought this time you won't incinerate me now those particles are shading your barriers trying to punish me with that silent treatment won't dye the sound of my colors I'm engraved in your canvas

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Date: 2/28/2019 7:56:00 AM
Very personal and, I suspect, painful. Great poetry.
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Sanja Cokolic
Date: 2/28/2019 10:34:00 AM
Thank you ... you're not very far from the truth ;) :)