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Meaning Without Form
Red is my favorite color in the spring
Pink in the summer as wounds heal
Head swimming in browns and blues
Gray matters when the deeds are done
Living in shadows, avoiding the light
Trampling wishes in the cold winters haze
No one can see me so far for myself
How have I become so lost without thought
Clues and scars etched in mind and flesh
Leaves misconceptions in careless remarks
How naïve even the closest of lovers be
When faced with fear all could be lost
Heed advice this much weary traveler
Avoid sharp madness in the dark
The journey leads to doors without freedom
Mosaic meanings without forms
