Red

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I was colorless,

my life was boring.

Black and white.

I could only see those colors.

One day I was sick of black and white.

One day I saw red.

A pair of scissors colored me that day.

Now red is my favorite color.

I wear it everyday.

On my wrists,

On my thighs.

Sometimes on my stomach.

I see red everyday.

Black,

white,

and

red.

My life craves for the color red.

That is all I see,

red.

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