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Red, Our Favorite Color
The last of what should have been, or never was in the first place.
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Your blood
on the piano keys
won't come off
as hard as I try
Yet I still keep playing
Oh, how it drowns my fingers
Oh, how it suffocates me
Oh, how it takes my hands
and welcomes me
As I play
As I play
Our song
Our song for the last time
as you dance off tempo
like you always have
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