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Amber Rosborough Jul 2010
Several tries
Blurple skies
Fluffy wings
Someone sings
Apple pies
Second tries
Silver rings
Slimy things
Salty fries
Funky dyes
Wonderings
Doorbell dings
Your demise
Poor disguise
Ancient mings
Infant clings.
Blue eyes gazing upon me
Emitting beautiful reflections-
But hinting at true beauty that lives inside
I think that’s the first think I noticed about you

My heart was trying to reveal the Purple Heart you concealed
Hidden-
But waiting for someone alike to be unlocked
Now there’s no going back
Our hearts are full-
As one

You’re blurple
It’s quite simple-
The luring blue sea leads to a beating purple mass
And my purld self couldn’t stay away
So keep chasing that gold
It’s not running away

— The End —