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Aug 2016
Crimson red like
A rose, a flower that
Weeps, a boat that
Sinks

Drunk on air,
High on dreams,
Dripping, drowning
Like the sea

Scorching touch like
A flame, red; red everywhere
I see, petals writher like
Death at a scene
shannon
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shannon
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