Red
She smiles when she's out,
Says her favorite colour is blue.
"it reminds me of the sea,"
"its the colour of my shoe"
Then she says its purple,
"its a beautiful colour,"
"imagine the pretty flowers"
They'd look like no other"
Then her sleeve slips up her arm,
revealing from where she bled,
and its in that very moment,
We see her favourite colour is red.
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