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Feb 2018
I don’t understand
why they say the red color
means love..

Red is the blood,
Red is the pain,
The devil’s food,
The want of fame;
Red is the fire,
Red is the meat,
The heart of a liar,
The way to cheat.

Don’t trust the red lips
that are saying sweet things;
they’re lying.
But, at the end, we can’t trust anyone... even we are lying to ourselves
Andreea Iacob
Written by
Andreea Iacob  17/F/Italy
(17/F/Italy)   
317
   Julie Smith and Angie Marcano
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