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Jul 2014
life spills in red ink

penetrating soft skin

drawn on a page

death filled - in a tragedy

as if the artist is not

the finisher of the scene

I freely play behind 

this dimly lit veil

as the author enters

our romance - unfolding

beauty conceived 

in a never ending poem
Written by
BianchiBlue
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