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Varying Shades of Blue by Clara Baisinger-Rosen

  • Sep 29, 2022
  • 1 min read

November 4, 2020

Little white daisy White petals, reflecting sun A small piece of light A small twinge of sad To grow quickly like a weed It will soon grow worse Rooms absent of light Twisting doors, mazes pitch black Ways out are missing Dude really, I’m fine Really, don’t talk about it Please don’t fear for me Minuscule flower White, too white, blindingly so Someone rip it out.


 
 

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