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#im always disappointed by ppl i meet in Gay Spaces bc theyre usually like
weirdopponent · 1 year
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red is a kind color like a rusted rebar that served you well once some time ago red is the color of dead petals which stink in their rot and revel in the air, a carpet on the concrete and a wet weight red is the color of you when you fluster when the blood rises to your skin or the skinning on your knee red is the color of your knuckles as they brush my cheek rough like old rust and heavy like a wet weight and bloodied with the fight and red is your hair, stained you trip away from me and you relieve when i fail to follow but red is the color of a trap set in the upcoming autumn
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