Spyder's Poetry Empire - Forum

You are wrong. Anyone can draw a perfect line. A perfect trail of
straight crimson flowing and churning over the pastel, the white,
the cream, the rich tones of earth. Red red so red, like a rose,
like a thorn, like a dagger. Like daggers they fall, down down down
falling down so fast so hard. Harder harder. Slice, chop, cut,
scrape, search search find it seek it want it lick it eat it. Red
red red crimson red flushed face white red red pink red purple red
red orange red burn burn die death red kill hurt tingle tingle
sparkle kira, kira! Love love adoration red red, soft, velvet cape
cushion pin prick pin red red blood red tainted singular red drop
drop drip red love heart beating one two on two red find it need it
pine for it hold it don't let go. Envelope in red red tight too
tight finger red arm red eyes red no sleep red red can't fight any
more red straight line cut cut dagger red so red red find me help me
light light white red red kill death destruction sickness red black
black red white black red white orange purple pink red red crimson
mohongany blood red red find me want me hold me tear me in two cut
cut slice red red love love love hurt hot hot hot red hot sweat die
heat hurt red green love purle yellow orange red love hurt pain
distress help help red death black drown blue purple no air can't
breath green green life life life sick sick death dead pain hurt
embarrassment blood hurt fire fire burn burn BURN

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