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The Red Emotion

He wells up inside you.
Floods your tear ducts.
Spills out.

You don’t mean it.
But he’s in control.

Red devil’s horns
sprout out of your skull.
A pointed tail out your back.

He floods out of
your eyes.
Your mouth.
at the ones you cherish

It’s a fight
to get yourself

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