red like flames of a fire,
like the lipstick on his collar.
hot like the blush in your cheeks
when his hand reaches for yours.
this is the feeling of true ire.
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hmm I don't like this one but a bitch said "write about anger" and so here we are ig lmao
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PoetryFor every thought that's been lost to the wind, and all the letters to people we'll never see again.
