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red one by cut:eater

I am seeing in red
Red dress
Red lips
Red blood spilling over the red curtains
Red is your tongue moving in my mouth
Red are your shoes falling by the bed
Red is my shirt
ragged on the floor

Red is the color of your thoughts

Rated R and unrepentant


J is living on the edge
On the edge of his patience
His patience that’s gone
For there’s nothing left
Left from you
You the killer
Of silence
Of mildness
Of love

I’m leaving


Why not hold each other’s hands
Why not touch each other’s skin
Why not bite each other’s lips

Should it matter if it were days or months?

And not the moments,
the little frames of time to be You and Me
and Me and You

I want nothing more
Just the single breath


I’m yours now


R is for rumor

R is for rent

R is for retreat


I am seeing in red
And this is the last time I am thinking of you


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