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Tuesday 5 March 2013

My orange scarf metaphor poem.



my scarf a oranges melted in the scarf.
The glowing orange spread across the blank white scarf.
imaging someone with orange hair whipping their hair side to side seeing the wet hair dye splatting all over my scarf.
Wrapping the scarf around my neck feeling my neck heating up real fast is if its the flame rushing up the tree.

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