The fluidity of a Metaphor

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I am Red, red like sunkissed cheeks after a day outside.

I am Orange, orange like poorly bleached hair ready for the next chapter of self expression.

I am Yellow, yellow like the worn pages of an old book second hand for a second chance at life.

I am Green, green like grass that smells of an old friend.

I am Blue, blue like the veins that travel through my heart and brain.

I am Purple, purple like a grape that crunches under pressure.

I am Black, black like the abandoned night sky polluted with light.

I am Brown, brown like the hair I run my fingers through at night bringing comfort to my beloved as he sleeps.

I am White, white like porcelain antiques to be held sacred for generations.

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