Lv3
I knew you
Through a
Purple haze
You were the
Only one who
Ever my poetry
Really read
You understood
Copying them
On purple lined
Paper in a spiral
Notebook
In a world of
Age reversal
We were out of
Sync
I don't think
I'll ever make
Purple my favorite
Color again
The color was for then
Poetry from a dried up
Purple pen.
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