Endless red
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Concluida dom, jun 1, 2025<5 mins
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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