I live in the grey.
In the ill intent, nowhere do I wanna be but here.
What waves green to me, truly waves bright red like the blood I would've bled.
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Cafe Com Sangue
Poetryfeeling and thinking my experiences, through poetry and short writings.
My Baby Lives In Shades of Grey*
I live in the grey.
In the ill intent, nowhere do I wanna be but here.
What waves green to me, truly waves bright red like the blood I would've bled.
