Red Dye Number Five

A shattered red cut out,
Song birds weeping a cut,
Red out as it bled out.

Bled out a shattered song,
Cut out from its lyrics,
Not read in a monotone.

Out with the aches and pains,
Bled by the cuts of love,
Shattered by the echoes.





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