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dolor in painted
hues of screaming red, bursting
You left me in cold.
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“During the Metal Age, humans took photographs of everything beautiful, which was everything, yet machines did not even wear shoes. The Fauxna thought of a better way. They colored all of the light rose, for a corrupted source cannot be verified.” - Origin Parable, 011
By Nicky Frankly2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Powerful words, Melissa. I see the red heat, then cold, stark blue. This is really well done.
This was so intense and heartbreaking! Loved your poem!
I object. I did not such thing (as far as I can remember). Poignant & plaintive.
It’s hard when someone just left you in the cold dust. It’s a complete let down 😔Still sending you and your family good vibes and prayers ❤️🙏🏽