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Untitled (Red)
A red glow
Silhouettes my shoulders

I can only get a short glimpse
With lights passing by

Long and slender
Leading up to the black shade

Crimson red overflows
I wish I was up my glance

Inbetween the pressure
My lips bitten
Music in my ears

Traveling like a jet landing
Speeding Through
While deer running by
Crossing my path

Purple light go away
Receptionist appeared
Now summer is gone

Another glance
Flesh on the blackness

What do I know?
As my blindess is only
Half empty

And they say,
I can say no to a transfusion

I say fuck it
Give me the lead.

 1998 David Greg Harth>07430