The Color Purple
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It is the color of January wind.
It is the color of an oily rain puddle.
It is the stained color of raspberries around my mouth.
It is the color of a misty sunset glittering behind the mountains.
Look at you.
Stone-faced, cold, dead.
I wish you would just look at me for once and see yourself in the reflection of my eyes.
