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Dec 2015
Red
The color of your cheeks when you first laid your eyes on her
The color of her lips when you first kissed her
It is the blood rushing through your veins every time you see her smile
It is the anger you felt when she told you, you are not worth while
Irah Joyce
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Irah Joyce
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