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Lost in a sea of passion, pink flames rise,

breathless, burning, no room for lies.

Lovers fall through magenta’s glow,

lust and trust in a crimson undertow.

Shattered shards of color cry,

a world torn apart.

Trusted hands and hidden lies

left fractures in a fragile heart.

Still the pieces glow and gleam,

vibrant fragments holding light.

Trust is hard, and love a dream,

yet beauty rises from the night.

Loops twist in colorful light,

pulling me back into the same old night.

Familiar paths I know too well,

self-made cycles where I sometimes fell.

Yet here I stand, brush in hand,

working to loosen what once held command.

Vibrant and tangled, beautiful and raw—

breaking the pattern, perhaps to draw.