Black Lace Widow
White pages stare
at the blood stains of the past
White virgin cries then dies
red wine to the victor
Roses so blue
tell tales in the wind
Judges three, older than all of thee
all of them colorblind
Copyright © Aurore Severo | Year Posted 2016
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