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Search In search For more… Longing For more… For what? I don’t know   All I know Is that There is a  Growing, Gaping, Darkening Hole Inside me   And it Longs And it Searches  To be Filled up But how? I don’t know   Thank you for reading,   Lianna...
Crimson

Crimson

Crimson I look around intensely Focused on the droplets, Minuscule, really, Of the crimson trails following Behind each poor soul That I encounter   I look back, bewildered At the massive wave, Colossal, really,  Of my own crimson tide  That was about To overtake me  ...

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