Red.
Red is deafening tones of empty feelings. Characterized by the plastic adjective of love so helplessly associated to it. Red is anger, rage. Red is the color of unoriginal lovers. Red is ignorant love and ignorance is bliss. Red is the blissful kisses of unknowing companions. Red is fury, wrath, the antichrist himself. Red will not be stifled, red will not be drowned.
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PoetryA collection of writings, incoherent and full of paradoxes. Welcome to the depths of my labyrinthine mind.
