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they call it red

she watches

they call it blue

she smiles

they see colors

she lives them

how upsettingly dull must it be
to not fall the warmth
of each shade
like summer air against your skin

to not be able to fall in love
each time red swirls to become scarlet

to not close your eyes
and experience the heaven of peace
that blue brings

another smile escapes her hold
and her glassy eyes come back into focus
to see the world
how other eyes see it

her mind lazily smiles back
softy whispering
❛if they all saw the world
the exact same way
it would turn into an illusion❜

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*color; worship; cherish; cultivate; till