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PHOSPHENES

PHOSPHENES

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Checkered black and white,

A galaxy of scintillating stars,

Faintly green and red hues,

Sometimes shimmery,

Sometimes even blue


A disparate world is found

When the eyes are rubbed and

In the colourful mirage of phosphenes

We are drowned..


~The colours of a disparate world, yes the world when eyes are rubbed


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