Red

Today is the red day.
The red is boiling too late, perhaps I never saw them coming.
But they are coming.
Red, thick.
Flowing from my head to my feet.
Makes me want to run and meet you.
And hug you.
And kiss you.
And I will start telling the story about things bothered me.
And still, the red is flowing through my self.
It’s so clear.
They are so red.
Oh, just so red.

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