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Apr 2020
Red
You colored my walls in Red; I soon realized that meant blood.
Red so deep, Red so pure, I mistook that Red for love.
On those walls, words appear;
Desire, Hate, Attachment, Fear.
Meanings that remain unclear,
A mind so loud you cannot hear.
My sirens sound, my trauma speaks.
Remember how I felt so weak.
Remember tears, remember pain.
Remember storms and freezing rains.
Remember you.
Remember me.
Us alone, havoc wreaks.
Tears I cry, blood still bleeds.
Dripped in Red you colored me.
A narrative freewrite
Secret Garden
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Secret Garden  20/F/USA
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