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The flowers are dying to deep blood reds
Time has crept up to deny you once more
Always as it should be
You are the time my senses sparked to life
And fevers calling you back challenge my sanity
Without you blessed the ever-living martyr
With you cursed the a never-ending nightmare
Of deep blood reds

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Barbara Byrne

Phoenix, United States

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