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A poem, by Brighty

Dark nights

Dead homes

Cold winds

Icy throats

After seeing the red rain

I know it's time to go

~

Wet skies

Dry clothes

Night breezes

Steel threats

After seeing the red rain

I know it's time to go

~

Amber eyes

Purple rose

Bloody secrets

Pine frost

The blood of the red rain

Tells me I have to go

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