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The crimson flame blazes inside my tiny
universe,
I, a lonesome dove shattered like my dreams.
This is being in love.
I am a dagger that speaks evil to your heart
As my blade lacerates each of your corpuscles.
This is hatred.
All alone, I meander through the vortex of misery,
Quenching my thirst with pain and tears.
This is sufferance.
Indigo diamonds illuminate the quiet night;
The comets begin to dance in the moonlit sky.
This is joy.
The purple rain flip-flops in endlessness,
The groan of the sky thumps my heart.
This is anger.
My soul floats, effortlessly, in tranquility
As silence whispers to my dreaming mind.
This is peace.
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