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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Everything is now a shade of a colour Nothing is defined anymore No longer are the edges clear Moments of light Moments of dark But one blurs into the other My better judgement tells me it’s because I don’t recognise myself anymore If I ever did I don’t know if I ever had something to compare this to in the first place I like to think I did My friends will tell me I was different years ago and I need to come back But how would they know They don’t know what was going on up there And the past lives mean nothing when you’re trying to identify the scared face looking at you in the mirror The voices are just shades anyway and the memories are just whispers No commands in colour just suggestions You might and you may But who knows, this is just a game of chance And you don’t make your own luck anymore I can’t stop thinking about how you were asked if when you play your saxophone you see colours or shapes when you think of the notes It’s funny you couldn’t answer at the time but later you told me you saw shapes and shades of colours surrounding them and they dropped down as your fingers hit the keys I now see the world in colours and shapes That party was a triangle Obtuse and flattened In a shade of navy blue No room for the circles inside to breath Everyone else feeling like it is just another triangle That dinner was a semi circle And that drink with my friend was a stout rectangle I told my therapist this and she said I always see flat shapes and asked me why I told her I didn’t want to talk about music anymore I told her I wanted to talk about how I can stop talking to her anymore She almost seemed more confused than me That conversation was a rhombus
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