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Red




She got furious,

she took the knife

and plunged it

into the flesh.

It got deeper and deeper.

"You will reach the bone",

her arm told her.

The voices, an obstacle.

Shut off your ears.

Just like this, they stop you.

Why?

They can't stand the blood.

Red was the color

that you loved.

It was,

it was stolen by the times,

I told you.

I haven't heard.




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