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Jan 2011
I knew this pretty rave girl
Always thought about her
The way she danced,
The way she purred.
Her skin tight red dress,
Offering no resistance.

Knocked out and gagged.
Red leather and chains,
A flattering position.
A scene so serene
As the red splashed
On white canvas with
Stroke of brush and blade.
I turned those crimson tears
To roses.
Written by
Dejan Dudich
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