poems One night only November 3, 2013by heather anne We sat and swallowed knives, our private carnival trick. Entrance fee: the hope in our hearts. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Some call it red 
This is brilliant!
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