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Red

Red is the colour
 
Of his pumping blood
 
Ensuring his heart beats
 
Running through his veins
 
From his wounds it seeps
 
.
 
Red is the colour
 
Of roses in his garden
 
Blooming every year
 
Tended for his sweetheart
 
The one he loves so dear
 
.
 
His beautiful woman
 
He has lovingly bound
 
Sprawled across the bed
 
Not to make a sound
 
Red is the colour!
Written by geminisub (geminisb)
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