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Stuff I write. Mostly poetry.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Crimson

A strange mystery
it is tugging at
this very heart

blood is flowing
through fingertips
it is dripping
onto the dirt

where it began
I cannot say
why
this red equals
both love and hate

Pulsing through
these fingertips
moves the power
to create

To love or hate

© 2008 Alex Stageman

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