Destined to be, lathered in love, rained on by grace, movements with thought, striking in color, calmed by a breathe, dreams roam around like a fog in my head, leading to thoughts I know I will dread. It came to me fast, yet left with no sound making my life look so profound. It's color was crimson so warm and free the color of love If you want it to be.

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