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Jun 2013
It is the color that pulses through my veins to my beating heart
It is what bubbles inside me when I feel your delicate, loving touch
It is the color that threatens to invade my face when you whisper the words “I love you”
It is the trace that your lips leave as they dance all over me
It is the color that takes over your eyes when we fight
It is the color of the flowers you send me afterwards
It is the color I would spill for you, if ever needed
It is the color that is us
It is the color of love
It is the color
Red
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