Proses Are Red
Red proses reluctantly fall.
All of its thorns spike every fault,
In a carnage only you and I call,
Now locked in my love-torn vault.
Imprisoned writings of lore,
Will finally give way
To the essence, you enchant more.
A fallen red prose lay.
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