Red

Marked by bruises. Found by the memories of scars. Burning with the pain. Draining all the power. She should be the desire, but I gust he’s passionate in giving her agression and danger. The heat of love is turned into cold violence. Down on knees, ‘stop it’. The speed of strengths give much more intensity. Slowly, the bits of blood flowing from her heart. The war has ended.

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