I have no idea. Was just playing with words. None of it will make complete sense to anyone but me. =P And that's how I wanted it.

How I covet the
Pools of red.

Stream awakens
Inside the shell.

Memories kept
Beautiful sight.

Then to see
Washed away.

Purified.

Fixed it is
Strapped down.

Forgotten
But felt.

Pools of red
I covet.

No one is capable of making her more upset than They are,
much to her disdain.
But not at Them;
at myself.
They make you so upset with yourself.

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