the world of nightmares
without any shining love
why so much hate here?
...
something calling: night.
always whispering their truths
if only they knew.
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Fin
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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Oooo, this seemed very mysterious. I loved it!
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