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Nov 2020
Crimson cries
Secrets. Soundless as a butterfly.
Love bleeding. Don't cry now.
A secret is bled for those who bathe in sound.
Butterfly flies on. Cries of death and pain fall loosely into the air.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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