And
when the lights blessed her skin
All
the hounds began to yell
In
every single fold and every double chin
Red
air filled with red smell
And
although the mood was boisterous
They
claimed it was no good
Fell
into their own blocked minds and
Abandoned
to their senses flood
Not
meant to be a mistake
Never
That
flood was strong that day
Still
shiver
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