There’s something about the colour orange,
That intrigues me,
Is it the way it blends with my skin?
Or how it flares under the sunlight,
Whatever it is, the colour orange is where I dwell,
Orange is the death of me,
Its where all my dreams come to life,
And nothing feels exigent.
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PoetryA Poetry Collection Inspired by Frank Ocean's 'blonde'. *First book, please pardon all grammatical errors.
