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The Color of Love and Death

Crimson was the blush, coloring my heated cheeks when tempted by the suggestive words he speaks A crimson bouquet of budded roses I carried on the day we said our vows; the day we married. In a pool of crimson blood I awaited my death, calling his name until I gasped for my last breath. 7/25/2016 Crimson Contest-Royal Ninja

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Date: 8/2/2016 9:07:00 AM
Hmm...nice use of the colour crimson:)
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Date: 7/27/2016 12:42:00 AM
Dramatic - well done! CayCay
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Date: 7/25/2016 1:55:00 PM
- Wow, a powerful image - Very well written, Marti - I wish you good luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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