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Purple

Her hair was a delicious red
Long, and painted over her chest
I could watch it rise and fall like a dripping sunset

Those eyes were soft and blue
The perfect color; the perfect hue
The most adorable ones I gazed into

Her feet were tickled with wet
As if a lovers storm had made her sweat
I do not know her; not yet.
Written by UnleashedHeathen
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