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Crimson

We met under weeping tree
She hesitant
            meekly
                  moving
Purple flowers in pale hair
My heart striving to
                    escape
Our hands touched
A sudden fever in flesh
Her eyes met mine
My purpose reflected in her
                           green gaze
The knife went in happily
She redeemed me in
                  red emotion