Red Wings
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LOXXYOMEN

Red Wings

foxes in my garden

red roses in midst of autumn

blood of found forgotten.

red wings on top of harlem.

find dirty, lost clean. but how else to know when we're cut from the seams.

red roses bleed greed.

that fox knew himself steed.

still who is missing is gone in action.

and to fly back would be a bold distraction.

listen Queen, love lust, love now. Our next days are always on and at the tip of a crown.

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