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Red and green things

A midnight fright,
I remembered a bit too,
But a nighttime was a day ago,
No more to see,
Behind a curtain.

I do see the blind,
I do see the dead,
And I too did die.

But gravel in the hands not withstanding,
A curved thing between,
Cultured seconds in the minute hand.

I should say,
Created out of nothing,
There rarely much to hear,
But evil did erupt from venus,
And I am not here.

Take in spells and mind your business,
Carry forth the word in here,
A blood rose tangled between green ears.

Venetian sky and red ocean,
Clouded in my near,
Cloud by the side of river,
By side of that which you hold dear,
I hold it too besides me.

Juxtaposition ►


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