Red. - Poem by Cory Burton
The color of blood,
The color of my tortured bud..
The color of my rose,
The color of my focus,
The color of my arm,
The blood streaming,
I pull my blade upto the little spot I dug,
Make it deeper and longer...
Let's all just start over again.
The color of my broken hearted soul,
The bleeding that I suffice in all words.
In all words.
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