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Mar 2019
Let our bleed rust
Oxide our soul
Deep red died out
Our stain as a remain

Of our blood spilled
Over time, then, now!
Our rust still, how..
Not a will, as water never still
Seeks rust, deep dark
To forget.. our red.
Written by
PatrickHertveld  40/M/Belgium
(40/M/Belgium)   
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