Crimson

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Pounding blood

in my veins;

crimson flush

colours face,

taut shoulders,

hurting muscles;

breathing in a

laboured breath

where stifling air does express

the way it burns down my throat

gripping insides

with a last caress: 

A final goodbye,

soundless

in screams of distress.

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