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The Red Theory

by st4rl0st

My canvas has been blank. I haven't painted in months, Yet, stains from previous works remain. As I etch my pain through art the red ink flows Red is my favourite colour, I never saw red for Red Red is lust love pain blood emotion art Red is in all of us. A fortnight of fatigue, a thirty-minute phone call. I feel the need to draw again, Pour my feelings onto a page. I want to feel Red again. Red is your favourite colour I want to feel Red again I want to feel (red) I want to feel anything Blue
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Dec 6, 2024
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23 june 2024

14,06pm

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