1. My Poem

Red is the color of blood

The color in my soul

Red is  a place I don't wanna go

I try to run

I try to hide 

But I have no place to go

Holding me captive

Holding me close

Red taste like tears

Red taste like licorice 

As it feeds me my fears 

The door is open

It's my time to go now 

Now my true self begins to show 

But red is still here

I can feel it's roughness 

To know its near 

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