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Feb 2020
Red
Red.
Red can be fire.
Red can be rage.
Red can be love and desire.
Red can be forever imprisoned in a cage.
Red is not the color of love.
Red is the color of spilled blood.
Red is no cherub flying around with an arrow.
Red is the screams of tormented echoes.
TheConcretePoet
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TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
(Isle of Poet)   
16
   Edward Schall
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