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Jun 2017
Red
Your face is red
but now it's blue
I guess I should probably
stop choking you

Blood is red
and children turn blue
When you squeeze on their necks
for an hour or two

Roses are red,
my social life is in heaven
I haven't felt happiness
since i was seven
These are actually three different works but I combined them
(and I was just tooo lazy to think of a more original title).
Written by
Buckstone
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