A little back story to this one: It was from today's class on writing poetry that is inspired by music. The professor put on a bright Asian influenced piece that for some strange reason struck me with the thought of "Purple!" This is what followed in the few minutes I had to write something:
Purple
Around, around, around
Spinning in a violet circle
No end
No fresh start
Tumbling down to earth
Is that lilac under my toes?
You say no it’s mauve
I never was good with color
When do you have to leave again?
Oh I know you’re dead, honey
I’m not insane, just lonely
And I’m afraid to redecorate our room
I just know I’ll pick the wrong purple
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