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Tuesday 1 April 2014

Colour poem

Red is anger.
Red is the smell of salt from a lobster fresh from the sea.
Red is the coppery smell of blood.
Red is the taste of fire after eating chilli.
Red is the sight of redstone glistening.
Red is the feel of rubies as you let them slide through your fingers.
Red is the sound of water melon crunching as you bite into it.

Red is love.

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