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IN the room of pink

In the room of dogs, 

all I could hear was the barks of great danes and dalmations. 

 

In the room of numbers, 

all I did was math. 

 

In the room of leaves, 

all I could hear was crunching under my feet. 

 

In the room of shimmering stars, 

I was blinded by a light like lightning. 

 

In the room of cherries, 

It felt like a summer holiday. 

 

In the room of love, 

I felt happy with everything. 

 

In the room of green, 

I turned as grassy as a lawn. 

 

In the room of pink, 

My cheeks went rosy red. 

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