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    Red

    when you see red
    what does that mean?
    is it a fruit?
    or a brick?
    is it the color of your books?
    or of your school?

    Red is of passion
    of love you might say
    that's what people tell me
    every single day

    but to me red means destruction
    it means blood
    it means the cruelty of life
    that we don't speak of

    it's the water that flows through our veins
    it is the thing that makes people insane
    red is blood
    blood is red
    but if you don't want or have it
    you're better off dead

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    Phoenix9 commented on Red

    05-03-2009

    good job, like your style

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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