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Oct 2016
Red
Its the color that she wears on your lips when you meet
It's smudged all over the next morning
It's the color of her favorite shoes
She always walked so confidently in them
It's the color that filled your vision when you walked into the room
She was lying there
With your best friend
All you could see was that color
It was dripping from your eyes like rain drops
You see it now when you think back to all the memories
Some how it slipped into every part of her
She was never seen without it
It's stained in your mind like blood
Funny how those two things are the same color
Written by
Alyssa Colombo
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