The Color Red

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I've always loved the color red

It can be so intense

How one simple color can mean so many things

I've fucked with red as my lingerie

That was a good night

I've painted my nails red

I always believed it gave me a fierce look

I would watch my favorite blade carve red out of my very own skin

 

I've always been fond of the color red

It has brought me to life as well as killed me

There's just something about that color

It can change you so quickly

From fucking to cutting

It never ceases to exist

 

I wonder if all colors do that

or if it's just this one

This poem is about: 
Me

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