Red Ink
written by: huntersjames
@huntersjames
Life is glorious
You can’t forget about me
Life is wretchedness.
Age grants flowers bloom
Until they’re dead on your grave
Making peace with you
Dreaming of puzzles,
How did we get here really?
All our heart tattoos.
Poet
Person
done a lot of things,
some more worthwhile than others,
now I'm doin this
Person
done a lot of things,
some more worthwhile than others,
now I'm doin this
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