Life is like a game,
A game designed for the strong in spirit and mind.
It has no name or shame.
And, unless they have a sturdy rock to hide behind, ...
Comfort is a fiery red.
The red that flows into your livin room an a winter night,
the red my mother wears on her tender lips.
The hugs my father gives me, ...
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