Brown
It was the girl in brown.
In the yellow afternoon looking down,
The air was gloomy,
I passed by, and she didn't see.
In the yellow afternoon looking down,
The air was gloomy,
I passed by, and she didn't see.
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An English Literature and an a Cultural Studies graduate, Stev often processes intense feelings and big questions before translating them into little poems that sometimes act as storytelling devices. Amazed by the sky and drawn to water elements, Stev believes that the universe provides countless metaphors for everyone to write their own story.
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