http://slow.writerscafe.org/mazon15301 The original writings of author KLMazon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012999 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 6 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mazon15301/2066697/ Like pressing flowers between wax papers, I've preserved their colors between the folds of my mind.Blue is complicated. It is basic and fundamental. It's energetic. People often associate it with being blue and sad so it carries a hint of disappointment, a foreshadowing of failure, and a promis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mazon15301/2066423/ Red pulsates within me echoing an aching memory with each beat of my broken heart. Jagged little edges cut into vital tissue and pull apart the fibers of cardiac muscle and the burn etches a name into my soul. 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