Crimson tide,
Won’t hide.

My persona glorifies,
Eve’s dare identifies,
Cord umbilical justifies.

Cramps rolls carpet red,
Just another thorny bed,
Clumsy uneasy to tread,
Procreation is bloody red.

No reason for hanging gloom,
Fulcrum me, lest you doom,
Missing, harbingers of joyous bloom,
Me, both, eggs and womb,
Around me does life vroom.

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