She was RED

She painted her blood redder everyday Outwardly she looked like a woman, strong and smiling, with red lips, ready to kiss She was a master, no mistress But of what????? ' ummm', ' wait...' Yes..... PAIN Not inside that red room...But to her red Soul She was RED The red that is good, bad and FOUL

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