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Dec 2012
He writes like he is touching his words piece by piece...
Hurting this way everything near him...
With Blood Red ink...
And for the ones he loves and the ones he hates...
Always the same technique...
White and red,
pure White and scarlet red...
But in the end he met someone...
Only then he learned to use the colours...
Everything other than white and red.
Georgia
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