Colour me by numbers,
Ruby red seventeen.
with that blushed originality
tie dye by a machine gun heart
imprinted pink marking my skin.
Babble a peaceful dulux colour chart.
steel me a voice box, marked by my words
that lemon drop nature, camouflage the nurture
black and white, you roll the dice. I am your latest quest.
Conquer me.
indigo sunshine, the final depart
The solider who stole my soul
colour washed my story
Tigers eye, Jade.
blue me. big black wild dog.
shade me a rainbow
a story of music with no words
hue of strength
test-me-a-pot, shine the stone splint of my shield
Fight. my right, to words.
Catch my breath translucent
Stain my unity
my mind of liberation
Painted through perception
About the Creator
Stace Wilson
@Stacepickle
Exploring something inside that has been long forgotten
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And there she was. Her brunette hair flowing so freely, a smile so peaceful and a mind so mysterious. She was the type of girl that would run away and start and new life and people would remember her. She was known for her free spirit; nothing was a worry; nothing could furrow her brow. Things to her were just exactly that; things.
By Stace Wilson5 years ago in Humans
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