Red looks like deep red blood.
It sounds like a river of dye streaming down.
It feels anger coursing through my body and consuming me in its wrath.
It sounds like unholy screams filled with red rage.
It looks like bike rust quietly squeaking.
Red is rubies shimmering at every shadow.
Red is tomatoes quietly growing in number.
It sounds like angry ribbets from a jewel frog.
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