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  • The brush dips into blue...
    the color of the sky and oceans.
    The brush dips into red...
    the color of blood and sunsets.
    And with a sweeping stroke
    into the two,
    red and blue;
    and a touch of the white of
    wind swept sands...
    You appear.


    The color of richness and kingdoms.

    I wish to drape you around my neck and pretend for a moment,
    I am a princess.
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