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Purple is often misunderstood 
 People confuse it with pink or blue 
 They cannot comprehend change
 The synthesis of something new Purple has been picked to pieces
 Analyzed with Pantone paint chip cards
 The public is vexed, this defiance of ***
 Twirled around by color guards They say that violet delights have violent ends
That from this “choice,” there’s no return
 But they’re the ones who set us aflame
 And we, in their triumph, burn
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
A nonbinary poem
Purple is often misunderstood 
 People confuse it with pink or blue 
 They cannot comprehend change
 The synthesis of something new Purple has been picked to pieces
 Analyzed with Pantone paint chip cards
 The public is vexed, this defiance of ***
 Twirled around by color guards They say that violet delights have violent ends
That from this “choice,” there’s no return
 But they’re the ones who set us aflame
 And we, in their triumph, burn
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
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