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Purple

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.
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Written by
christinesandford
Published
Jan 25, 2015
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26·71
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i had a cover for science

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#metaphor#paint#sad#hate#abuse#depressed#relationship#purple#colour
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