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Crimson Blood

Updated: Jul 18, 2025

By Anveeksha Reddy


I hate the colour red

It burns the coffins of the dead 

Forcing them to accept their fate

You are the red, the reason for my hate


You raise bile to my throat 

Claiming your presence with your toxic coat

That is your disgusting trait

You are the red, the reason for my hate


By Anveeksha Reddy



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