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Mar 6
I saw red again but this time
you were not there
to bar the darkness that
would set my soul aflare
This time I
clenched my fist like I do and
bit my lip in rue and suddenly
you were indeed
handling me
like a too good dream
your essence O so clean
but my eyes ever too keen
to see red when I realize
you were never even there
Written by
Dennisk  20/M/Nairobi
     Healer, Thomas P Owens Sr and Misery
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