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ANTOA POETRY: The Color Blindness
Color Blindness The ocean loses her blue,When it fills our palms:A liquid mirror to see how“Bluetifull” we look. Oh nature is so matureAnd generous. She
ANTOA POETRY: See No Color
“See No Color“ If the sun rises and leads Vultures to where we lie, Then they wouldn’t mind The shape of our nose; The length