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Red Is
Folder:
Right Now
The district that I pass through
On my way to the bank
With my hands stuffed deep down
In my pockets
Getting stained
By the ink
That my country bleeds
For me and all the others
That can't
Stand-up
For fear
That bleed out
To questions
The unquestionable
I guess
You my as well
Start
With the color
Red
