.A rouge tide washes over her peach cheeks
Here, passion is never more
Than a passing whisper>Slowly evaporating
Into a chlorine gas
She is a black rose
Hung on a red stem
She is a red raven
Feasting on the dead
She is the leech that cures my disease
She is the saran.
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