My crimson red is now painted on your neck.
My crimson red.
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Poem of Mine
PoetryFor these words of mine merely are not just ordinary on the paper. Their meaning, every poem, made me laugh or bleed silently. For more or less, it made me feel. ___________ This is a compilation of my thoughts and day-to-day experience as a human i...
15|Crimson Red
My crimson red is now painted on your neck.
My crimson red.
