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I remember seeing nothing but red when I first met you.
At first the red I saw was of that of a burning fire.
The fire in which it blazes so high that gray coils of smoke rises up for all to see the danger.
The second time the red was of calm lava, occasionly spitting out hot bubbles to warn you not to get too close.
However, as time went on the fire slowly got put out and the lava turned into black obsidian.
Now, whenever I see you the color red turns less dark and more welcoming. The color of warmth and of that of a new love.

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its awesumm