A salmon red said my heart;
A passion crystal – one tear drop;
The glass so spinning in sunlight.
A white web catches its one desire;
The refineness so confined in confessional infiltrations;
With its walls surrounded by arms in liquid.
So Sadie in red fatal remarks;
Water patterns around your mouth and weep across your face;
in sympathy touching invitation with emotions copying sentiments – human silver.
Good morning, Sadie -
the passion red in my heart -
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