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losing focus and form,
our essence bleeds out
during the violet storm.
amaranthine amethyst light
scintillates with a dark brilliance
that illuminates the night.
losing form and focus,
our minds stripped bare
from the frenzy of the locust,
our nature dissipating
into the deepening maelstrom
as we begin anticipating
the ever changing future.
mauve rain glistens
on the eaves
while we listen
to the retreating violet storm,
watching the purple lightning
illuminate our dull lives.
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