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Behind The Crimson Door

Fate

By Lacey BurkePublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Behind The Crimson Door

In the hands of fate we lay upon these thoughts...

Again and again the climatic memories unfold.

Time's last hope, love's last kiss

Have all since then perished.

Do you understand yourself?

Wait! But, what is to be left?..

What lies behind the crimson door.

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