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Memories of bruises Velvet fit for kings In the petals of a pansey Oily sheen of raven's wings The inside of a geode Tanzanite in rarest form The color of a baby's face Right after it is born It is the color indgo To red violet of wine Tracing stormy sunsets or Boganvilla vines Plums and grapes remind one Of purple's strange appeal The color of great bravery A wound which finally heals Whatever your mentality This collage of purple hues Is simply a mixture of The colors red & blue SøułSurvivør (C) 5/2/2017
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
Purple
Memories of bruises Velvet fit for kings In the petals of a pansey Oily sheen of raven's wings The inside of a geode Tanzanite in rarest form The color of a baby's face Right after it is born It is the color indgo To red violet of wine Tracing stormy sunsets or Boganvilla vines Plums and grapes remind one Of purple's strange appeal The color of great bravery A wound which finally heals Whatever your mentality This collage of purple hues Is simply a mixture of The colors red & blue SøułSurvivør (C) 5/2/2017
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
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