Hello..This poem is currently under construction since I couldn't figure out how to delete it
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It is red-
red as the early moon,
swathed in brilliant rubies,
rising just at noon-
It is my wound.
sheathed in dusky ink,
falling before the light-
It is my wound.
It is pink-
pink as the bright sunrise,
cloaked in radiant cerise,
tearing away night's skies-
It is my scar.
the last glowing ember-
break~my~heart wrote:It is red-
red as the early moon,
swathed in brilliant rubies,
rising just at noon-
It is my wound.