1 min read Thoughts and ideas are dangerous,
You don’t read them aloud.
You can’t make a sound.

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1 min read Every laugh she holds back curtails her glory. She is a queen inside her cage, Every scar on her body has a story,   away from all the anger and rage.  Alone- that’s where she stands On that podium of loneliness higher than anyone else. Without giving any consideration to those hands who lashed her, perchance. She is Continue reading “https://redendron.com/wp-content/themes/gridd”

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2 min read As I unlock my phone, With a password well known, I swipe and swipe just to come across headlines that might, trigger my interior out of good sight. “Molestation”, bewailed the headline. As I felt anger seeping in with a sign of no indulgence, but a crime of aspiring to excruciate the one molester next Continue reading “https://redendron.com/wp-content/themes/gridd”

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1 min read Winter evenings. The muse of the very first poem ever written, could be. The ambiguous tinge of early darkness Evokes emotion, resembles loneliness, longs warmth. Men buried deep into their layers of wool, Yearning a warm supper after an arduous day’s work And the love of a good woman. Home. Empty streets. A home only Continue reading “https://redendron.com/wp-content/themes/gridd”

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