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RED

You punched me in the mouth,

And wrestled me to the ground,

And held me down, 

And I saw red,

And I told you I saw red,

And you asked what it looked like,

And you pushed me closer to the floor under your thighs,

And I got mad and wouldn't tell you,

I laughed at you because you couldn't see red,

It looks like you, Baby,

As you lay me out, it looks like you,

And smells like sweet deodorant,

Red looks like you Baby,

And sometime I might tell you that,

When I feel like it,

When I'm full of redness.

— jorge abou, Jul 15, 2010

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nomad collapse

15 years 10 months ago

as I first read this it

as I first read this it seemed juvenile and and just plain bad.then i read it again nd it took on a quality of its own. after letting it swim in my brain for awhile it became bett- er and better.it is what it is and says what it says but i think the meaning goes beyond that.that is why the 5 stars!