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Jan 2013
The wind aches for barren abandonment.
A red rose's agony!
A lost soul sorrows to a  sorrowful grave.
Listen!

The Earth calls forth red, red sorrow.
Hark!
Heaven weeps for lonely a Silver Dagger.
Oh, how the dark night shines like the ecstasy of ****** red blood!
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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