Red

 

How is it my heart still beats red?

Whispering me back.

Settled into ancient passion, yes.

But, the place my skin crawled with life is haunting me.

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  1. maybe because it’s the motherland. i’ve heard it said that when first stepping off the plane on the continent, people sometimes have a feeling of coming home. it’s that way for me too.
    love the children.

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