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Color Clouds of Illusion

Color Clouds of Illusion

A Poem by .


On this cloud of violet comfort, Breezing my way through clamoring change With an air of silver pride Red hands glistening with gold, I choose..


WHAT AM I?: Nephilim
WHAT AM I?: Nephilim
A teen boy gets killed, but trades his soul for another chance. He changes. A girl notices the new boy with silver eyes.