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My bright red dress, simple and just a little sexy, if you asked; it's for work, the truth; it's for her.
The peeling tangerine of the attic couch as I poured out my struggles and my secrets.
The street lamps a golden yellow hue in the early hours as we sat, secreted away in my car, talking 'til dawn.
Green - my heart, opening up to a new way of thinking, a new way of being.
Lost in her eyes, clear blue skies of hope and freedom.
The colour purple, once heavy-laden with meaning moves closer to neutral as I rewrite my story.
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