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Crimson

Posted in About Me, Fiction with tags , , on May 24, 2011 by randomintermissions

Crimson

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The pitter patter of crimson rain.

Pure, fluidic poetry.

A shadow’s breath mists in the bitter air as another falls breathless to the ground.

The white tile canvas explodes with dark, vibrant red.

As it flows, the first shadow relaxes and fades into the dank of the room.

Sweet release.

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