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The Third Color

Just for a day think of a third color perhaps-purple then think of a field of purple flowers followed by a warm silver rain making the purple more purple than a purple sunset. Purple clouds speckled in gold flake in the shape of a holy man... Now dream in purple purple birds singing in purple tones. While your head rests on a purple satin pillow.. Until morning arrives with its branding iron singes the fringes of your dream blasting you back into that cold black and white riotous virus again-

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Date: 6/9/2020 2:50:00 PM
"singes the fringes of your dream"--nice phrasing! enjoyed the imagery and then the cold water in the face at the end--whoosh!
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