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cottonblossoms

  • cracks of light, i dreamed of you

    in the days before raven moves in, cerise and darling adjust.

  • lights are out and they've gone home

    She feels so passive. Red defines her more than ever, now. Red is the color of passion, of fire, of love, of blood, of loyalty, and it's ironic, and it's so funny, because it's also the color of anger, of danger. (How so very ironically fitting.)