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Feb 2013
and now there's a long piece of toilet paper
covered in your blood
good job,
red.
maybe that's why they nicknamed you
red
it's not the hair
it's the blood-red fingernails
the blood-red cuts
or maybe it's just
the blood.
i wish i bled a different color.
maybe then it wouldn't be
so upsetting.
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Redshift  F
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