# RED

**Published by:** [Hollas](https://paragraph.com/@hollas/)
**Published on:** 2025-06-12
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@hollas/red

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The PainedTime heals all wounds Or so they say, yet tell me Why, oh why does it still hurt My heart pains at the thought of it. I can't breathe, my vision lost to the blur of lightheadedness I feel faint, yet, I do not stop I see the light, yet, all I see is red.The PainterA masterpiece in mind, a pallette in hand The painter looms over the board With uncertainty in his eyes He looks to his Muse With a face made of a goddess What more could be drawn but a masterpiece He begins, takes to his art, and she to her pose He leans back, checking his Muse, mastering her pose He finishes up, with the red of paint, her auburn hairThe Player

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