Leukophobia

Leukophobia

A Poem by Palmerd3
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An experiment with form

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Walls, clouds, my neighbor’s trim"

                                   I can’t bring myself to look at them.

How can people live in a world where this color is prone:

eggshell, snow, ivory, baby powder, bone?

                                    Socks should be black, brown, purple, orange, or red

anything that doesn’t remind me of my achromatic dread.

                        If you’re wondering how I managed long enough for this to be composed,

                                               I wrote this with both eyes closed.

© 2014 Palmerd3


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Added on February 9, 2014
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