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  • Writer's pictureIona Stuart

Contrast - Poetry

Many shades of sweet white nothings

Whisper their way into sight.

The miniscule molecules of black and gray

Flashing intermittently

On the horizon.

The vision almost

Drowning out

The monotone drone that seeps its way

Into the deepest regions

Of the heavily scrutinized brain.

Mixed with the light tingling

Of the attracting ray,

And the feeling of amethyst

Running beneath the surface of the


Searching for any signs of

Freedom from its

Fleshy prison.

Until it is forced to dissipate

Into the realm of its captor,

To resurface


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