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The roses of my garden were a shade of burgundy... And lo! the blood in my veins too...! How the burgundy wind sweeps the burgundy curls of my hair... Oh, it's ethereal! I write my histories under a burgundy roof... The same roof that hides me from the wrath of burgundy clouds...! A burgundy river flows by... Painting a burgundy canvas...! Is it not that when you are in love, you tend to see your lover everywhere...! And in my case... My lover is "Burgundy"...! ~Venandi
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 4:20 AM UTC
Burgundy!
The roses of my garden were a shade of burgundy... And lo! the blood in my veins too...! How the burgundy wind sweeps the burgundy curls of my hair... Oh, it's ethereal! I write my histories under a burgundy roof... The same roof that hides me from the wrath of burgundy clouds...! A burgundy river flows by... Painting a burgundy canvas...! Is it not that when you are in love, you tend to see your lover everywhere...! And in my case... My lover is "Burgundy"...! ~Venandi
Who has laid the rule that your lover has to be a person? You can indeed be so verily in love with a colour! ❤ Thank u for reading!
#love#colour#burgundy
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 4:20 AM UTC
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