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Snow-so pure. So fresh. So childish. Small, splattering, scarlet droplets is all it takes to take away the value of something so pure. Making it something. Damaged. matured. Scarlet that looks smooth as silk Puts on a facade for something brutish, Scandalous, even. Fluffy white sheets are graceful with the way on the house they lay. Inside, the spacious skeleton is more demanding. haunting. Echoes of yelling. Cursing. breaking. Shattering- is it my time? scarlet painting her own face. no. this is the beginning. Of a journey. A quest. a low, grumbling, gutteral sound. More scarlet. For darkness she begged. for eternal slumber she dreamt. anything to wash away this scarlet mess.
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
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Snow-so pure. So fresh. So childish. Small, splattering, scarlet droplets is all it takes to take away the value of something so pure. Making it something. Damaged. matured. Scarlet that looks smooth as silk Puts on a facade for something brutish, Scandalous, even. Fluffy white sheets are graceful with the way on the house they lay. Inside, the spacious skeleton is more demanding. haunting. Echoes of yelling. Cursing. breaking. Shattering- is it my time? scarlet painting her own face. no. this is the beginning. Of a journey. A quest. a low, grumbling, gutteral sound. More scarlet. For darkness she begged. for eternal slumber she dreamt. anything to wash away this scarlet mess.
emmo
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17/F/ohio
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
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