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BLOOD SPRINKLED.

Blood sprinkled on hedge rows
Where skeletons kept in green
Sprouting from grounds in resoner
A poise studded in dejected frieze.

In the masonry of dreams
Cibations in degrees of cracks
A humiliation in structured loves
Recantation of your name
On someone's bounded lips.

Driven by bitters born of life
Acquiring some quilted verse
An option for jilted veins
An unexpected flavour
For some exotic curse.

There are places where jabot mystery
Launders whispers in the night
Or within some twilighted zones
Explorations in colours of blood
Or a collapsed rhythm in rippled rhymes.

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