My eyes closed
in a sea of crowd,
watching colour dance
on canvas after canvas.
I stood still
in a corner,
plotting an escape
disguised as apathy.
I asked, "are we the same,
or are we different?"
My echo made no decision.
in a sea of crowd,
watching colour dance
on canvas after canvas.
I stood still
in a corner,
plotting an escape
disguised as apathy.
I asked, "are we the same,
or are we different?"
My echo made no decision.
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