The invisible colours on my stick plate...
I scooped my yellow
it tasted of warm friendship around a veld fire
I dipped my aqua
it tasted of energy laughs lazing in a summer pond
I cut my forrest green
it tasted of intimacy and skin on skin
I mixed my purple
it tasted of strong opinions and taking sides
I swallowed my blue-grey
it tasted of keeping sadness and loneliness at bay
I left a little red
it tasted of the exciting life I have not yet led
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