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May 2017
Red
If you are reading this
You know nothing of me.
People who know me, know I hate being red.

If you are reading this
You think nothing of me.
Because I misspelled read as red.

If you are reading this
Know that I think nothing of me.
Because the thought of you reading this makes me red.

If you are reading this.
Know nothing of me.
For all I am will one day be red.
Nilan Gerald Handunge
Written by
Nilan Gerald Handunge  Sri Lanka
(Sri Lanka)   
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