THE RED BOOK

I am reading a red book called The Red Parts.
I am, therefor, reading the red parts.
I am reading red.

Everything: red.

As I read The red parts, I read my red parts.
My own red parts.

I think i found my red parts.
Not that they were lost, is just that they weren’t that red.
Or so I thought.

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