Crimson diamonds are amassed,
When she causes my wrist to bleed,
And overflow on her dusk bed.
Overflow and evermore,
Overflowing like a violet dress,
On her silken skin, on her fractured skin,
Paled beyond death’s likeness
Can you place these ragged puzzles,
Pieces of hers together,
And form the picture that
Wait beneath its covers.
And Form the picture that
Await beneath its covers.
Beneath...
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