This Dragging Night, Red Dust Enters My Veins
This dragging night, red dust enters my veins,
coursing into thick, blackened bone marrow.
Life is a dark picture, complete with stains
broken heart feeds crows and shoots small sparrows.
No tears, for what good does salt water do
when bones dissolve into mass jellied heaps.
Yes Fate, you say my time is not...
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