What are you, said the blind man to the woman.
Prussian Blue, she said.
I’ve never heard of that, what’s it like?
It’s a cool colour,
Cool!
What colour are your eyes, he said.
They’re green.
I guess you’re the jealous type, he said.
I know, she said, I wish I was different.
What are you, she said.
I’m brown, like milk Chocolate.
You’re so sweet, she said. And how about your eyes?
I don’t have eyes but if I did I think yellow would be good.
Why is that, she said.
Yellow is warm and friendly
And what colour would you like your eyes to be, he said
It doesn’t have a name, but something I can only imagine,
We could imagine it together, he said.
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