A Perfect Color For Me
Magical, how the morning sunbeams dance on the surface and reveals the unadulterated truth of the hue.
The phenomenon is the way the hue affects the social psyche.
How splendid is it's undeniable importance.
It is an excellent and inspiring hue that institute strength and growth.
I eat with it, bathe with it, make love with it, I dream of it, I breathe with it, and there's no existence without it.
The politics of it makes it the perfect color for me.
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