Scarlet is the color of choice

Scarlet is the color of choice short poem

scarlet were you when I saw you

scarlet were your eyes

scarlet was rage in you

scarlet was desire

scarlet was the passion

the blood that gushed was scarlet too

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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Can relationships or people be defined in colours – Zyborg a great attempt for the vivid imagery through the colour red

Kenneth Miller
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scarlet.
what do I think of when I think scarlet.
that is a lot to contemplate
ummmm colors and feeling… it’s a deep well

scarlet
yea, thanks for helping me contemplate scarlet

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