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For today’s post, a new original poem titled: Vivid
When the only colors left are black and white,
it’s hard to tell what’s beautiful anymore.
When we take away colors from anything,
we remove part of its identity.
Nothing is more hurtful than turning a spectrum
to a binary and hoping everything remains the same.
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