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Feb 2019
His aura
was vermillion
electric
red
His hands crushed
a cigarette
stained with my
bright red
lips
I wore the color
in hopes
he would stay
amused
but deep down
I knew
I was serene
calm,
and
utterly blue
Samantha Cunha
Written by
Samantha Cunha  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   Dennis Willis and ---
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