Poetry
Red (On Learning of a Suicide)
Sing sanguine seraphim, make holy our sorrows, singe them sweet. Cleanse the red remainders of a day gone wrong, splattered like a Jackson Pollack
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Sing sanguine seraphim, make holy our sorrows, singe them sweet. Cleanse the red remainders of a day gone wrong, splattered like a Jackson Pollack
