Colors

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By Austin Hoehn

The colors, the colors live between black and white in a land that we know best by sight. but knowing best isn't wverything, for colors dance and clors sing, and colors laugh and colors cry-- turn off the lights and colors die. Like acrobats on a high trapeze the colors pose and bend their knees twist and turn and leap and blend into shapes and feelings without end

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