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Pouring Crimson
The edge finds its way into my heart- Clawing and worming and twisting its way in. Great seas of scarlet pour out, And I become the pain. “Give yourself to me,” it says, “Give yourself to me, as have others before you.” Swerving and arching, it leaves a crimson trail in its wake: Leaving me in agony’s embrace.
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