"I wish to cry, yet I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can."--Sylvia Plath
My blood leaves its determination on earth, crimson footsteps effusing on starched sleeves. I'll have planted a continent of ebullient poppies, celebrating existence with no other mission than expression, however brief.
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