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carmine

i knew she was red from the start
for every soul owns a color
a vivid reflection of the heart

carmine is what i call her
a deeper shade, yet not entirely charred or shadowed
just bright enough to leave a mark
like lipstick lasts on skin
and she stained me
everybody

suddenly i feared, her red would somehow mix into my pastel violets and blues
so very delicate, they are
how could she?

i cannot erase those spots
the damage is done
a burden colored carmine
onto me
now i sit and pray.