Red Like Hope My hope is red Like a beating heart On top of a volcano Like the sweets in a bag Melting on your tongue Like the dress you wore Under a scarlet lunar eclipse Like the lipstick on my collar And the bite mark on your shoulder Like the poppies in the field Seeding from bloody earth Like a rash on my skin That burns and keeps on growing Like the spot of Japan And the ketchup I took with me Like the traffic light you jumped And the cuts we jumped And my teacher's red biro that I jumped And jumped And jumped.
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