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Jul 2013
Crimson trails down ivory tips
Trading essence between souls
A bite
A *****
A flush
A drip
Color drains from soft warm cheeks
Away from frost peels rosy lips.
Now what shall you barter?
With darkness caging your soul,
How will you sell it?
When the need is high
& your spirit is low,
Another dance with the demon
While your candle still glows?
Written by
Joshua R Laird  Still here
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