Sundown

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I lay in your arms
Watching the sky
Haemorrhage so
Beautifully, little
By little, changing
From just a blush
To a cherry, then
Like fire running
Its course through
The body leaving
Traces of crimson
Lines, sometimes
Waves spreading
Slowly but surely
Till the canvas has
No blank spots.

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