Your Breath

Ah, your breath, so disgusting and vile.

It is the thing of style. For you.

When you breathe out, the disgustingness shows, and the greeness of it shows quite clearly. It is an indigo / violet / dark green/ turquoise colour. Just the right colour to attract things. Not love, but flies.

Alas, your breath, so icky and putrid, you'll never ever have a chance to find someone perfect for you, for their breath will never be as vile.

The End

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