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Jun 3
Red
The unsettling nature of its presence, disturbs the audience.
Rage, passion, guilt
hide behind its graceful beauty.
Mix evil into it—
it’ll bleed hues.
Mix good into it—
it’ll blossom its roses.
Mix both—
Meaningless balance is what you’re left with.
Written by
TNS
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