This letter just may kill you
This scarlet R
Returning to sender
Sent just too far
Lost in translation
A letter in post
Transitioning over
What most overlook
And what did we swear?
Those dark cloths that you still wear
Are apparel for something so cold
A flaming lip still was sold
Are you this bold to claim nothing?
To say this foretold
Remake your work
Transgress the coal
I am the diamond
Cutting the prism
Lights fold.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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