Bloodless,
Passion-filled,
Dread redefined.
The blue and the red,
That at times do wed,
And twine to bled
The stories of depth.
The beating warmth,
That scathes the nerves,
And burn the sinews
To an uneven gusto.
The trembling stillness,
The desire that flickers,
And slays the flames within.
Passion-filled,
Dread redefined.
The blue and the red,
That at times do wed,
And twine to bled
The stories of depth.
The beating warmth,
That scathes the nerves,
And burn the sinews
To an uneven gusto.
The trembling stillness,
The desire that flickers,
And slays the flames within.
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