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Feb 2010
red
red was just a color that
bled through my brain's crevices
painted my dead retina
with slippery crimson messages
a filter for my frigid eyes
rejected all the other lies
until that color lined my sight
the only crayon ever craved
enveloped my swelling head
no telling how that ****** shade
sutured up my silly pain
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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