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Jan 2015
Purple
It was your favourite colour
You made me wear it,
you made me

When you was painting
Deep colours like
Purple
were your pallet  

Your canvas was pale white
clean and pure
Innocent almost
but your aggressive ruined it

Your paintbrush
you held it with power, pride
dominance
with brutal force

i was your canvas
and your brush your fist
you smothered me now
i am your favourite colour

purple.
i had a cover for science
Christine Sandford
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Christine Sandford  LONDON
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