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May 2015
bloodier than rose-tulips,
a longer red than wine on sundays,
deep,deep,deep;
fire, fire, burning souls,
heartbeats harder than death,
indentations of fingernails on wind-chilled hands,
madness, heat, moonbathed hysteria,
cooled by rain,
cooled by lighter flames,
red, crimson, rose,
blood red, love red, death red,
we are red like the fires of below.
Katie Grace Notman
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Katie Grace Notman  London
(London)   
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