Color, I love you. I see you in my dreams. You speak to me in whispers that always shout so loud. I want to hold you in between the palm of my hands, cupped ever so tightly, so that I can peek at you through out the day with only one eye. Of course when my other eye gets jealous of what the one has seen, I will open my hands and let you free so that all of me can sing.
...you inspire me....
xoxo
~j
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