Crimson Red

Weather is drippingfrom your tongue. White of the cloudsis the calmthe calm you carry around,the calm I lack, the calm world needs. Love? Love is the crimson red; of all the timesyou have diedbecause ofyour complexity, For never fitting in,For never being understood,For never having been loved. They say war is an opportunity.Red tears area […]

Crimson Red

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