Colorblind (by Spencer Miles)
Dull dark snowflakes, overwhelmed with the rigid expectations of a new decade,
Hang in the air, waiting for spring to commence. I rub my eyes. Or are those flower petals?
Flower petals hold endless color but these, these hold something else.
Spencer? I hear the teacher say behind me. I look back at the dull screen.
Hang in the air, waiting for spring to commence. I rub my eyes. Or are those flower petals?
Flower petals hold endless color but these, these hold something else.
Spencer? I hear the teacher say behind me. I look back at the dull screen.
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