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Red Dress

by Alexander Price

She came to me one night With a red dress that burned my eyes. And I could swear I saw my name stitched into the seems. Admiring... Nullifying... Guarding... Enticing... Reducing me. One by one, I climbed the steps to her house. And one by one, I tore the seems on her dress apart. One by one, The stitches that spelled my name were destroyed. And one by one, I heard bullets loaded into a gun. ...And then she shot me.
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MVP-Most Valuable Poet
<p>poem reminds me of a suspense thriller in a movie</p><p>action that reached its climax-funny with a bitter twist</p><p>entertaining poem</p>
The Frozen Arsonist
I don't know if it was supposed to or not, but this poem made me laugh so hard.

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