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The Color Pink

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I was only three.
It came in a glistening box;
coincidently, it sported sported a flamingo pink.
When I ripped the box apart, shedding the pink,
a tutu, once held compact in the box
popped out and was able to breathe.
I didn't like the overwhelming pink;
coincidently, I quit ballet the next day





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