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Scarlet Massacre
Hand me to the laid graves, lie beside me till I reach to the closure, throw behind the leftovers of the moments, the wondered melodies...
Marching Orders
Marching ants, vibrant sunflowers, flowing waves of birds, everything was not so complex as a flock of herds, life was never that easy as...
A poetry blog, for the not so poet in you
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