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Crimson Rain
I love the way her ankles bleed in the darkest corner of her room, leaving a trail of crimson water behind, so I may wipe away every bit of her unadulterated pain, hold her close and watch her words fall like bloody rain.
Published 22nd Sep 2017
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- Edited 30th Jul 2018 7:47am
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23rd Sep 2017 2:05am
That's awesome Stillborn! I had an image in my head, so I wrote words to go along with it :) thanks for commenting
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