The Blender

One plus one plus one plus one. It’s endless. Separate components come together. Pink yellow green orange. Around and around and around. Never stops. Like a ballerina. Infinite. Until the giant monster ends the color war. Flying out of the glass into a cup. Pebbles of remains sit at the bottom. The monster breathes it in and soon all the colors are gone forever. If they are left behind, they will not leave. Leave when? Leave never. To learn of this is to make of a healthier life.

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This is my original piece, inspired by Gertrude Stein's poems. Hope you enjoy!

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