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red—like the rich, scarlet blanket that spilled over the floor in folds.
orange—like the sunsets that showed their heads from the other side of the world, silently bringing the play to a close.
yellow—like cold, glaring lights that flare brightly from the darkness.
green—like that rare spark of new-leaf just when you'd thought it was all over for you.
blue—like his intense, judging gaze that you would always look away from.
indigo—like the hue of the darkening night sky, reminding you of your perpetual loneliness.
and violet...
violet...
oh...
that flower, she...
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