LeukophobiaA Poem by Palmerd3An experiment with formWalls, 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 Last Updated on February 9, 2014 AuthorPalmerd3WAAboutI have a bachelor's in English, with an emphasis in Creative Writing, and I am currently not employed as a writer. more..Writing
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