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no, not until my face was burning crimson the night your head was rested against my shoulder, comforting, soothing, calming. i silently entwined our fingers together, scrutinising your firebrick cheeks, puffy from crying. and now i wonder, does red always come with a rapid heart beating and quiet desire?

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