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The colors of midnight, purple and blue

The crimson of roses, vibrant and true

Blackening skies against red petals, deep

Clouding my judgement, as I slip into sleep

Lost in a fantasy, dreams float away

In a fragrance that once held the meaning of day

Try as I might, I cannot awaken

Through blackness, in dreams, my soul is taken



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