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Oct 2010
Silent drops of gracious scarlet,
caress the linoleum tiles.
Turning the soft white,
into harsh scarlet.
My tears glisten,
like silk dances in the sun.
As I close my bloodshot eyes,
I see my wounded arm ache for more.
Asking for more silent scarlet,
to grace the white floor.
Written by
Taryn Welt
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