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Red Flags

Maybe you’ll call me colour blind,

When I don’t see the red flags,

Staring right back at me,

With kind eyes I believe so much.

Maybe I am simply blind then,

As your soul’s light falls on mine,

Reflecting even the darkest corners,

Making me vulnerable than ever.

But I’m not blind when,

I see a red flag in me,

Something I don’t want you to see,

Something like my insecurity.

Because I’m not blind,

To the actions of the universe,

Maybe I’m just colour blind,

To see these red flags forever soar.

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