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2. R e d
2. R e d
the cinnabar
the cinnabar
crumbled
crumbled
by his pick;
by his pick;
The Red,
Candle-lit
Darkness
Larry D. Thomas
red his nose,
red his nose,
cheeks,
cheeks,
and fingers;
and fingers;
red the bloodstains
red the bloodstains
on his pillow,
on his pillow,
the faint
the faint
bloodstains
bloodstains
the only
the only
roses
roses
he’ll ever know.
he’ll ever know.
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