Purple

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It starts with making up it's own maze

Full of nasty quirks, sillyness and haze

but think to stop and look beyond the gaze.

Everything's spectacular

within it"s point of view

Semi sorta past the point

but stuck upon a hue

leaving one subdued

fixated still

without a clue.

Smelling the lavender

that wont let you down

enter the silence

but carry no frown.

 

 

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