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2011 - September

26  Sep

Rain Red

Life is a beautiful flower
So effete in it’s fragility
It’s course sways
From sweet to sour

Fellow travelers unite
Temporary flocks
The storms rain red
Troops rupture overnight

Loved from a distance
Alone in the crowds
Skin’s separation
Flaws this existence

Riding the crimson waves
Playing with the BIG gin
I haven’t won yet
Still girded to my cave

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