"Crimson Confessions: Blood of the Heart"
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"Crimson Confessions: Blood of the Heart"
In the depths of the soul, secrets lie,
Crimson confessions, where truths vie.
Blood of the heart, flowing free,
Carries the weight of history.
In each beat, a story untold,
Crimson confessions, a tale bold.
About the Creator
EDWARD LIKONDI
A Kenyan boy who recently discovered his passion and love for writing. l like reading and swimming too.
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