Cupid's European Spectrum Anthology
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- Parts 21
MatureComplete Thu, Sep 18, 20257m
Green lights were shown.
Reds on the floor.
Ashes were blown.
Whites then thrown.
Blues far beyond.
Browns buried as vintage ones.
Lilacs whispered softly.
Dandelions of lost city.
Licorice vows now forgotten.
Terracotta still left.
Golden letters remained unsent.
Ivory stuck with a lot of regrets.
Isabelline longing for the last warmth.
Ashrose were offered as brand.
Rust then followed.
Cerulean drowned.
Burgundy's kept hidden.
Vintage was found 'til then.
Aubergine begged for one who never came.
Emerald holds traces of verdict.
Silver pulled one last treat.
- Keith
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