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Ruby Red
I breathe in, filling up my lungs with the cold, cold winter air. Hair the colour of ruby floating in the wind, the tears dripping down my face until they too float away. A piece of concrete crumbles away and falls, until I can no longer see it, swallowed up by the shadows, which have come a bit too close for comfort now. Threatening to swallow me too.
Instead I angle my face to the sun. So un...
Saturday 10th June 2017 12:32 am
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