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Mar 2014
Red
Blood
fresh and warm
pulsing
right under the skin

Lips
bright and succulentΒ Β 
kissing
the wrong person

Rose
pretty and fake
smelling
better from afar than close

Red is a betrayal
Red is rage
Red is lust


Red is the memory of you
Days of Dawn
Written by
Days of Dawn  Wherever the wind blows
(Wherever the wind blows)   
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