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It's red sometimes..
It's sipped in clear
Slim glasses,
With pinkies extended.
It's shades of
Darkness...
It's shades of
Paleness...
I've always yearned
For something
In between.
Death haunted me...
Red splattered
And dried before
My very eyes...
I colored with
My finger, along the
Wall...
Counted the days
Until I could
Extend that
Pinky once more.
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