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The Color Red

Blood

As it seeps through our wounds

It's metallic smell

It may come from hell

It is my heart

So I grab it

And I crush it

I slowly die inside

I get buried in the ground with

No one beside it

Then the maggots devour my flesh

The only easy way out is death

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Jun 18, 2013
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