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#mauve
**Mauve is my favorite Color A sister to Burgundy, dusty Rose, soft Purple hues.. Love variations of Creams, buttery Golden Yellows, Blues, Teals, Pinks and Crimson Not so much..the Primaries. So very saturated and bright, What captives my attention is the endless, sumptuous possibilities blending of spectrums and hues providing me the most delight Huge fan of Black... A non-color the definitive definition defining lack of all Color. Which is actually a dichotomy... As to create black is to chose a base tone Then blending a series of other Colors So that every black The exception being formulations becomes a variation of a theme.. The debate continues, If Black is truly the definition of lack there of, therefore not deserving the title of being a Color, where does that leave those that insist that Black is their's (favorite)? Hmmm, maybe Black is my favorite Color too...
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Mauve {A disquisition on Color}
The breath of the wind raises hairs on her neck. She breathes out a clouded breath of whiskey fire. Outside the venue, she kicks her shoes, waiting. Where's the loser on the drum kit? She knows she blows the set with her absence, but she can't Stop tapping her heel at the wall, measuring splits in bricks With her nicotine fingernails. Where's She? She's such a ***** The whole day closes in, in an instant, night descends. Her twentieth cigarette dances in a rush to end it, But her eyes catch sight of the mauve and indigo sky through Buildings over bridges. Twilight ignites her quarter candlestick. Outside the venue she kicks her shoes, waiting. Outside her lonely lungs drink carcinogen to an eager death with smokers. Cough. Cough cough cough Cool as ice.
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
Energies|Nicotine Fingernails