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C
Crimson Love
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I hear your messages whispered upon a secret,
I see your hidden beauty among the clouds,
A mere figment of such insanity,
A somber fantasy a crimson mind believes to percieve,
I see every forbidden secret hanging from such lustious love,
Your lips my Salvation, my imaginary help.
Only if my mind did not decieve,
Perhaps I could imagine you real.
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