A Crimson Trap

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The bright red dress

Fits perfectly with 

The blood soaked wine 

On the cherry red table


Like a perfectly tied bow 

It comes together 

To form a union 

Unique to the wearer


Standing in stillness

A melting pleasure emerges

As the sun stares down

With a perverted gaze


Setting this crimson 

Tinted world

Ablaze once more.

◄ A Warm Miracle

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