Love is a car crash

It starts off with two colors

Burnt orange.

Brick red.

They follow one another, like a dog and its tail.

Black clashes,

And all you see is Brick red turn into blood red.


She splattered.


Cold blue and Red dissolved in the middle,


No one is alive.


It ends with black smeared, and only a faint spur of Red left.


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