**To laugh once more.**
By Ephemeral\_Dreams
The blood red sun rises, painting the skies amber.
My beet red irises, breaking my ties asunder.
What binds me to this world, so dark and empty.
What kind of pains to unfold, so stark yet temping.
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Compilation of sorts, M/solo, No-Yiff, Poetry
~k~wellll maybe in there own separate book just like a compilation of sorts, don't know" i shrug
~n~i think that is all that needs to be brought up.
Short Story, description