Red…

Red…

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Red, red the color of red.

Red, red is all she dreads.

Red, red if falls from her chest

Down to her feet

Till she’s on her knees

Kneeling in her pain of red.

She looks at her chest

And watch as the red

Drips from the wounding of her heart

Into the puddle of red

that sits beneath her.

Red falls from her eyes

As she cries

All the hurt that is inside.

She can’t help but take the pain

That will always remain the same.

For red has taken over her soul.

Never will it be back

To the colors

Of joy and wonder.
Lover and happiness.

For red is hurt and sorrow

That will continue tomorrow

And for all those days after.

Red, red the color of red.

Red, red is all she dreads.

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