63: Red
Nothing ever ends poetically
It ends and we turn it into poetry
All that was blood
Was never once beautiful
It was just red.
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Nothing ever ends poetically
It ends and we turn it into poetry
All that was blood
Was never once beautiful
It was just red.
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