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Prism I am an incident white light broken into component colours through your prism. t r a v ell ing in d i f f erent di recti ons -- the red and the violet light, emerging yet congealed. I've dove into a cauldron of a boiling mysterious soul, attempting to light the fire. But when I rhapsodize about the apprehensive thoughts of the rainbow, I am constantly d i g e s t i n g the dissonance of black & white. Dullness and tedium exists. Say goodbye to the opalescent daydreams where i swam through your prism. Say hello to the tree fingers that now grip the shade of shadows. You are lost and forgotten in similiarity to Area 51, all because you cheated and expanded an eclipse on a once angelic bright ray of light that lit up the fractions of your heart. A blinding light? |
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