I am red.
While making diagrams.
Of sublime kisses.
And wiping shards.
While making diagrams.
Of sublime kisses.
And wiping shards.
That fell from my eyes.
And clung noiselessly.
To the rim of my dress.
While pondering if to ask you
To hurt me again,
And remind me how
Abysmal in your love,
I have bled.
I am red.
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