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What's the color red?
It's not the color of the hair on my hair,
Nor the color of the sheets on my bed,
NO.
Love:
Who is this man?
He hovers, he stares, he gets too close
He touches, he smiles.
His nearness is discomfort,
Nearly agonizing instance of pain.
Love:
Who is this man?
He hovers, he stares, he gets too close
He touches, he smiles.
His nearness is discomfort,
Nearly agonizing instance of pain.
