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my favorite colors


it use to be purple

i loved to draw purple with on a canvis

one day i decided to try silver

i drew silver on an different kind of canvis

i found it so beutiful when the silver would make red

red was so often seen it was imposible

to not fall in love

as the red ran down the ugly canvis

i cried saying

why couldnt i have stayed with purple

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