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A Rush

Atakti 12 Mar 2017 Tag: Dark 0 comments, leave your own..

Scarlet, scarlet,
it was a scarlet hour...

The rushing recedes, leaves me
bitten by the workings
of my teeth and lips.

Regrets leak through my palms.
I raise my chin, facing the children
that sprung from the scarlet hour.

Words: 39 / Updated: 12 Mar 2017 / © Copyright May 2014

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