A Poem.

PURPLE

Awake in the morning, on a crisp corner of a bright street.

He made me a tea latte, a London Fog – nice and neat.

Grey lounges readying grey.

Heels giggle to start the day.

Normalcy abounds, yet the absurd I feel ready to meet.

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