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Crimson paint, 

Vermillion hues.

All she sees,

Is red.

Scarlet splattered,

Brilliant garnet.

All she feels,

Is rage.

She lifts her head,

From her bloodied dress.

All she is,

Is herself.


(AN: this poem was actually based off of the movie 'Carrie' and I had nothing better to do, so I decided to write a poem about it)

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