Red faces from shame and blood
the red faces bleary eyed , unsuspecting lovers that you connived with your silence
Dull of mind and perception.
naked skins of damsels with soft dresses dance on my cranium
the nights that your musings become mine
and the smell of cut fingers fills my room
10 melted rings on 8 cut fingers that of a witch who burned
a wench
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