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Friday, February 28, 2014

Poem #03

Dark Purple,

looks like royalty.

Feels like a soft cape, Dark Purple.

Smells like new cloth, Dark Purple, or sometimes fresh grapes.

Tastes clean, like success, like dreams, Dark Purple weaves its way through my day.

Sounds like the city, the night sky, lights clouding further lights, Dark Purple is the destination.

On my Dark Purple days I'm focused, I'm feeling the thoughts that you feel when you're there, known.


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