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Sep 2018
Crimson raindrops from open flesh,
Wounds pouring ruby streams.
Shards of iron as skin bleeds.
The puddles of crimson,
The remnants of fear and war.
The liquid pouring,
and pours some more.
Death dyeing the moon ghoulish red.
Crimson roses
Lay in their beds.
Signifying death of someone,
Or upon themselves.
Hearing sounds of old church bells.
Yeah some of you may be a lil’ scared of this.... or disturbed
Kawaii M
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Kawaii M  F/United States
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