Red

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I'm 

seeing-red.

Tread careful,
colors becoming

bred in discontent,
armies marching forth

into the night, oh night.

And those who draw near,
crashing thunder come and

reflect upon this early air,
fire as cool as wet morning dew

dripping down from bayonets.

War bells ring, like bells from

the old church, priests rising in
royal-red robes to bless the

sacrificial lambs.

Dread the dawn,
pall-bearers meet the field

and join the procession 
and the fight.

Blushing cheeks in winter-cold.

Memories of lips
stained in cherry-blossoms.

Little dresses.

Camping trips.

Lipstickkiss.

Flamingdrip.

Breathing.

Passion's
whick.

Red the coat of

the dead. 

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