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The Red Chain (Free verse) by MacFrantic

The specialist completely as the junction completes me. It's here I fight to retain all and reflect my sinking apolgy on you. You imagine my hands as a chain wrapped red around your neck. You elect to scream when you are alone. Can I reject your sympathies: what sinfully decadent lovelies you construe? I might scream with you.

MacFrantic 18-Sep-06/10:39 AM
I always sacrifice sense, and I never take mistakes out. Thanks.




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