OH HOW I LOVE THE COLOUR RED
Especially dripping from my head,
I SHOULD LIKE TO PAINT WITH IT
But it seems that I am dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
The imagery is striking. Even though you know what's coming you still don't expect the last line.
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