it was all red. the love, the kisses and she loved all of it. she did until she realised that those were not for her. until she realised it was all a well woven lie for her cause he never existed in first place. he didn't made her life red. it was simply the rotten and dried blood on her red lips.
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Poetry[ POETRY / PROSE ] © valerie | penbangtan | 2018. #12 in POEM on 6.10.20
