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Scarlet

If I painted our love in shades of red, It would start with the intoxication of wine, Our desires would be sizzling and blush, Romance would bloom like a garden of roses, Disillusionment would break like a hill made of bricks, Decisions would be taken in cold blood, And when finished, like the embers ofContinue reading “Scarlet”

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