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Dec 6
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
23 june 2024
14,06pm
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