This is a poem
A fierce and haunting dive into the chaos of a fractured mind, where broken glass and bloodied roses symbolize wounds that refuse to heal. Trapped between relentless voices and a stalled ascent, the poem confronts the relentless storm of fate dripping in red-an unyielding reckoning of choices soaked in pain and consequence.
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Love & Passion (LP) : Book One
" For his pools of obsidian black gaze, I would paint the world red. " ~his ishi
" For the warmth of her hazel gaze, I would surrender every breath, every fragment of my being. " ~her veer