Red is, in one word, intense
It is chic red dresses and vermillion lips and roses
It’s the start of the rainbow and the blushing cheeks of the easily embarrassed
It’s the sunset on a scorching day in July
It is lifeguards and stop signs and taillights and first aid
But red is also danger and rage and blood
It is fire and poisonous animals and red flag warning signs
It is the color your fingers turn
when they start to hurt from the cold
It is the color of the flag in bull-fighting and big red buttons that
You’re never allowed to push
It is hot peppers and poisonous mushrooms and the fiery pits of the underworld
Red is, in one word, intense
It is chic red dresses and vermillion lips and roses
It’s the start of the rainbow and the blushing cheeks of the easily embarrassed
It’s the sunset on a scorching day in July
It is lifeguards and stop signs and taillights and first aid
But red is also danger and rage and blood
It is fire and poisonous animals and red flag warning signs
It is the color your fingers turn
when they start to hurt from the cold
It is the color of the flag in bull-fighting and big red buttons that
You’re never allowed to push
It is hot peppers and poisonous mushrooms and the fiery pits of the underworld
Red is, in one word, intense
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