Purple

She is indigo at times, she's a cheerful orange at others, sky blue to some.
But she is sometimes Purple. Been that of late. Her indigo with splashes of red. Red of the fire and the evening sky. Red of insanity. The indigo of the twilight and the break of dawn. As also the pitch of the night.

Her purple makes her who she is. Her smile uncalming and eyes wide open searching. Her red splashes in her purple dancing with the mirth of indigo.

Her purple makes her surreal.




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