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A passionate kiss upon red lips
A rose upon a windowsill
Black ringlets down her pale spine
Dark eyes shimmering in the moon light
The red of a ripe fruit, juices running down the neck
Depths of a raging war just before the cries of victory
Flying a flag in a strong wind
Dark barriers against the wheat skin
Petals falling before the winter
Icy lake at peak of night
They call to me
And sing of blood
Of hatred
Of stories untold
Beginnings and endings
A lover’s first note to a lover’s last quarrels
Sighs into the bosom in secret at night
Anger of the righteous foe
And so it goes
And so it goes…
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