Red

Composed 11/??/13
Description: The hazard of writing poems in your phone is that, often, the date gets lost… Anyway, a poem regarding a situation a friend was involved in awhile back.

He thinks not with the
Sensitivity of your heart
But the need to survive
And you are the air
To his writhing lungs
He only sees in red
And your necessity stems back to the ancients
And thus
He will fight to the death

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