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Jan 2014
The color red is dead
A made up primary that came from our heads.
An evil marking of false trust
Not of love, just of lust
It consumes our thoughts and our hearts
Bringing us together and tearing us apart
It brings us no where,
But back to the start.
Ryan Cullen MacLeod
Written by
Ryan Cullen MacLeod  Wilmington, NC
(Wilmington, NC)   
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