Colours

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When I see blue, i think of your eyes,

Piercing and sharp even in the darkest of nights.

When I see red, i think of your lips,

So soft and warm, with a tight grip on mine.

When i see brown, i think of your hair,

And of my fingers tangled and lost in them.

When I see purple, i think of your touch,

So royal and pure like the colour itself.

And when i see grey, it reminds me of us,

And how you just let us fade...

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