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I see him again

That unmistakable shadow

That sight

Simply irks me



He whizzes past me

Leaving that smell

Lingering in the air

Suffocating



He is here again

Wearing his purple shirt

Slinging that purple bag

In a purple mood



His voice

Makes my hairs stand

Vibrations in my eardrums

Deafening



Now I'm purple

From the sight of him

Absolutely ridiculous



His every step

Destructive

Leaving a stain



Young he may be

Funny still

This purple clown