we sat across the bench in the park
you passed me a letter written in sarlet ink
I was too afraid to read the taboo for breakup
it started to rain
the smudge of blood trickled down
marking a curse and a dead past
it was a slow death of bleeding out
youth, hope and dying wishes
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