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 Jan 4 Braydon
ryn
Crimson
 Jan 4 Braydon
ryn
Promises of respite
from sallowed ashes,

adorned with feathers
from a thousand culled doves.

Haplessly wishing that freedom
comes soon.

A hope ensnared
in the clench
of crimson-stained gloves.
Because at the end of the chapter,
It wasn't what I did that I regret,
but the things I didn't do.
 May 2019 Braydon
Luna Maria
sinners
 May 2019 Braydon
Luna Maria
I'm risking so much
by touching
you.
But when our
lips meet
I don't fear
death anymore.
Hell with you would be my heaven.

— The End —