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Red, the colour that drew me in. What sits in my skin and flows through yours and his. My favorite dark shade of rage or cranberry poison i sip in. My colour makes way for my craft, so know , my chest stopped beating when you palleted me like that. You held a brush to my detail and swam to make contrast , blue in my veins, blue on you. Ice that hit the reflection of my sky, sky to sea, sea to skin , skin to you. for a last… Your eyes , im am now blue. From never been read, red, said. To feeling being.violet again.
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Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 11:08 AM UTC
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Red, the colour that drew me in. What sits in my skin and flows through yours and his. My favorite dark shade of rage or cranberry poison i sip in. My colour makes way for my craft, so know , my chest stopped beating when you palleted me like that. You held a brush to my detail and swam to make contrast , blue in my veins, blue on you. Ice that hit the reflection of my sky, sky to sea, sea to skin , skin to you. for a last… Your eyes , im am now blue. From never been read, red, said. To feeling being.violet again.
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Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 11:08 AM UTC
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