A small sip of tea. That was all I had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner today. For my mind did not allow anything else to enter the vicinity of my mouth.
By Mikayla James3 years ago in Poets
Everyday, all I used to see was red. It would come in many forms, and occupy many spaces. I would see red skies. Red people. Red water. Red arms.
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