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Grace Mancini, 11
Glenside, PA

It Was

Grace Mancini, 11

It was red, like a ripe strawberry
It was orange, like a bright neon glow
It was yellow, like the blinding sun
It was green, like the soft touch of grass
It was blue, like the depths of the ocean
It was purple, like a lilac in full bloom
It was spreading farther then my fingertips could ever touch
It was the world
So warm
So welcoming
Yet so far away from the mess that we are living in.

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  1. Hi sis! It’s Chloe ❤️ This amazing and I hope you can continue to work towards your goal of being a writer!! This is amazing! Love you forever and now! -Chloe

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