The red dust of Mars settles on my heart,
only her will can stop the thrashing of cymbals that call me to her.
Every cascade of flaxen strength undermines the facade of purity
but the tilt of her smile will resound everpresent.
Ablazen are her cobalt eyes, I draw strength from their tranquility
she could not know the foundation she raises the pyre of my love,
the freckled shoulders, of the red haired woman.
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