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“I opened my eyes for the first time
You closed yours
The world wasn’t clear yet
It was clear to you
On my own
Free to roam
I sustained these boundaries
Didn’t you question
Red is my favorite color
Self-producing
Sweating, tears, crying, blood
Bleeding, supplying the flood
Eyes yearning, burning,
Stained
You looked in them I saw
You torn apart
Mirrors to a heart
End to end
Leaps and bounds away from him
Your favorite is green
I think
Strings hung you up before
Petals in the garden
I would die for you, she said
Unloaded gun”
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