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red

i breathe in, and the oxygen grabs hold
of my insides, staying inside
always stuck on the inside
you walk in, hiding, too
how have you turned this red room
blue, our eyes a cold hue, misted
over – let’s paint the truth in red
let it spill out across the room in
threads – let it run in dreams
within our heads

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: anticipate

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