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Jul 2011
Oh, for the sea
ever weeping for the darkness.
Beneath its taunting skies so scarlet
let the blame lie with the dead.

Let it lay there, let it fester
not a soul would dare refuse
not a soul would lift his head.

The blood drips from their fingernails

Not an innocent remains.
Allison Wright
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Allison Wright  New York
(New York)   
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