Rigamortis
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The Sanguine of such blood glistens,
I lift a Crimson ear, I shall listen,
Blood drenched surfaces soak such love,
among these drips, sits an era of Crimson,
The rubescent beauty of the wet red I give,
A life of quietus Crimson,
the slowest of Rigamortis,
sets in the veins of this hardened corpse.
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