The world is clothed
in a decadent red
the things once loathed
and the things left unsaid
your lips go mauve
as they whisper in bed
don’t know what drove
the sex into my head
and then you drive
to try and get away
barely survive
the crash and the decay
why did I dive
compromise and parlay
honey in hive
as the sweet bees foray
December Rose 
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