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: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
This is brilliant!
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