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Apr 2018
The blood red wine of
pomegranates,
seeping into marigold
sheets of desire

political fires,
in need of quelling

telling,
a kingdom broiling over
in anticipation

expectation,
of a life barging in quickly

swiftly,
one night of passion
the melding of lives

legitimized,
a royal heir needs
to come into the fold

or heads will surley roll
Written by
Matthew Mckeown
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