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the_dark_red
Doar simplifies these things called objectives,
carves numbers into our souls and makes us forever slaves to different masters.
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alizarin What dark red? It isn't me, is it? 061110
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misstree it's raining leaves against a dirty cotton sky,
flickers of yellow in a sudden gust
crashing in the season's song.
across the road, a towering boquet of
deep red sways stoicly,
unlit by the padded sun,
refusing to shed its colors.
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*Amy* my favourite colour 061111