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Red Minimalists

Red Minimalists

 
 
A Red Man
I am a red man because my coat is bloody.
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Red Tears
When the sun hears my chants, she will color the streets with red tears.
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A Red Shadow
I can't steal my heart from the grip of that warring woman, because my soul is a red shadow.
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A Red Winter
You sit there, on that bough with my dream, but I can't see your beauty because my eyes were drowning in the winter redness.
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The Red Cars
The red cars bring our absence and your eyes are freezing at our killed dreams.

 

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