Crying Pretty

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Never did tears grace your eyes so elegantly
Not even when you cherished crimson hues
As my life's essence timidly surfaced beneath pallid skin
Chilled by your covetous touch, a cruel caress
I recall too vividly
The whispered song of warm crimson
Its frantic ballet within my veins
While you imprisoned my wrist
A sinister glimmer in your gaze

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