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I am a lover of all things dark and brooding the somber ambiance, for me, is quite soothing             don't get me wrong, it's not all black and white; my opinions and clothes alike. I've actually come to like mustard yellow And would totally rock a look that's pastel and mellow. But this section of the spectrum That will never have my affection Is the color orange; I cant even rhyme it with anything.                                        Red and yellow looked daunting at first; Each color, the embodiment of an ouburst. Wearing these colors that are so luminscent To appear as though my soul is effervescent, To appear as though i am an image of thrill; Faking it 'til I make it, if you will. Contrastingly, its combination's thrill and effervescence Is rather shrill and of terrible essence There's not much that I can compare it to Other than your tangerine-scented shampoo And falling leaves in autumn: Like how I fall when you hum. Seemingly soft sincerities Have become dazing disparities. What was once easy on my eyes Now is a hue that I despise.
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
The Color Orange
I am a lover of all things dark and brooding the somber ambiance, for me, is quite soothing             don't get me wrong, it's not all black and white; my opinions and clothes alike. I've actually come to like mustard yellow And would totally rock a look that's pastel and mellow. But this section of the spectrum That will never have my affection Is the color orange; I cant even rhyme it with anything.                                        Red and yellow looked daunting at first; Each color, the embodiment of an ouburst. Wearing these colors that are so luminscent To appear as though my soul is effervescent, To appear as though i am an image of thrill; Faking it 'til I make it, if you will. Contrastingly, its combination's thrill and effervescence Is rather shrill and of terrible essence There's not much that I can compare it to Other than your tangerine-scented shampoo And falling leaves in autumn: Like how I fall when you hum. Seemingly soft sincerities Have become dazing disparities. What was once easy on my eyes Now is a hue that I despise.
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
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