i realized that i was doomed simply because when he was bleeding from all the wounds i inflicted on him
i was trying to think of words
to describe the shade of red
his blood was made of
it was scarlet red by the way
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Poetry❝ I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. ❞ - Sylvia Plath Just a collection of all the words that breathe inside of me. Completed: 12 April 2021
