Colour
She is red, a riot,
Rolling with recklessness and
Reaping the rewards of passion.
I am carpet blue.
Bubbling with banality, bursting
Boredom with silent fashion.
Colliding in the corridor
We pace a purple paradox.
We’re her favourite colour.
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