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Royal Purple


Smooth prince

with a royal smile.

That snob that makes

it all worthwile,

Sitting in his lonely throne,

dreaming purple dreams

with hints of other colors.

for he is the love child of

Blue and red;

sorry yellow.

He always wins a fight,

leaving you bruised.

Breaking your heart,

leaving that bruised too.

Combining the stability of blue,

and energy of red.

The independent mystery.

He is the unreachable,

and extravagant magic.

The uncomfortable tension.

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