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Fierce, Crimson

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Beware the crimson strings

That frame each blackened hole

That fill with fire as I come near

Fierce windows to the soul

Beware the black ink blotches

That bleed through tough, cracked skin

That slowly fill a neck with age

Or sooner throng with sin

Beware the male Box Turtle

Or soon you may regret

Having crossed someone whom you assumed

A pet but not a threat


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