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Unwritten Tale In Crimson
On July 16, 2024 by rubeenayasminskIt’s just a slap, you brushed it off, It’s only a color, you washed it off. Your weird obsession with crimson is crazy Your presence around me always scares me. It’s just a whisper, you said it’s nothing, It’s just a shadow, but my heart is drumming. Your stare, if only powerful, would torch me
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On July 5, 2024 by rubeenayasminskImage credit: indomercy2012 You designed the world, claimed yourselves supreme, Dictated our lives, cast us in a lesser dream. You made us think we are weak, incapable, Played with our minds, made us dull and miserable. This is not a new tale, a saga of uncountable centuries, Rules laid down to bind, confined by endless