Pressing her palms against her eyelids,
She pushes, there's pressure, it's pulsing, producing
A kaleidoscope of colors.
In them she views
A face with her hues
Colors of red, orange, yellow, and broken
Blue, purple, green, and ugly
Teal, hopeless, brown, nothing
Nothing, she sees, intricately woven
Throughout an abstraction of images,
A kaleidoscope of colors
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