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Nov 2020
Crimson thoughts
I called you home.
Cold and afraid.
Blood on the glass, took you on.
Mirror, red hole. I saw the change.
I called you home.
Deep, in the stain.
I saw the mirror.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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