With every red, blue, and white flash in the sky, electricity bolts through my veins, for my people in the past gave up their blood for this.
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Bleeding Blue
PoetryI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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With every red, blue, and white flash in the sky, electricity bolts through my veins, for my people in the past gave up their blood for this.
