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New Poetry!

Fresh canvas
Lying in the luminance
Of the storm
Oculus eyes
Staid in steadfast form
Forcing crimson to
Appear and effloresce
Upon my face
Syllables unnecessary
Yet still haste
Dress discarded
Quickened movements
Prompt Pace
Descending osculation
Slowed then subdued
Trembling frisson
Becomes a hollowed hue
Complete culmination
Till all owed is no longer due

Whatcha guys think? Please let me know!!