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Jan 2019
Red
The colour of love,
Yet the colour of death.

The colour of your lips,
Leaning in to love me.

The colour of the liquid,
That drips from the wounds.
And the colour of the pills that took your life.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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