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| Red Red feels like two lovers' first embrace. Is a rose cut fresh with the thorns. Sounds like jet engines scorching the opposition. Cherries the tongue. Is just before, and after, I love you. Orange Orange is heat on the neck. A slow ride in a fast car. Legs stuck to a hot vinyl seat. Smells of the setting sun. Popsicles melting over the hand. Your first crush. Brown Brown is sand between your toes. What the dog brought in, and left. Chocolate late at night. Old clothing on young people. Is character. Fades to gray. Stands tall, stands silent. Humble and vocal. Textured, like old pennies in your palm. |