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The red hour
Little red,
Lipped girl,
Tip toed,
Time ticked.
Tempted to take,
Treacherous track
That traitors do tread.
Rose red and snow white,
Canines glimmer.
In the sweet wine of,
His last victim.
It was not me.
It was not I.
Lick the lips,
Red hooded girl.
The wolf has hunted,
Time,
Starved in stillness
Shouldn’t you be running?
Lipped girl,
Tip toed,
Time ticked.
Tempted to take,
Treacherous track
That traitors do tread.
Rose red and snow white,
Canines glimmer.
In the sweet wine of,
His last victim.
It was not me.
It was not I.
Lick the lips,
Red hooded girl.
The wolf has hunted,
Time,
Starved in stillness
Shouldn’t you be running?
Published 10th May 2010
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