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Colourwheel

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Reads 1,125
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Parts 6
Time 7m

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I welcome all to the rainbow I created
The components are simple: love and hatred
For there is a thin line between the two
Like indigo and blue
Or yellow and honeydew
So my tasteful friends I leave you to
The romanticism of Colourwheel,
The Spectrum of Hues

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