Red is my least favorite color, it will always remain my least favorite.
for people will always believe it's the color of love, and I'll always believe it is blood
for people will always believe it's sacrifice, and I will always believe it is crime.
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winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
