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The Breathings of my Heart

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Menstruation

Filthy Red?

Red... so intense... so vibrant... so fierce... so beautiful... I wonder why he did not like my red though. I was lucky to marry my first love. We survived all the bloody battles associated with hearts desperately in love with... Continue Reading →

Born Blood

He was born of blood. The red of his mother anointed him on his baby face, his tiny palms and his little feet. He was bathed in blood, his life force till then. Had he not entered her womb that... Continue Reading →

Unwelcome Red

"Am I going to die Ami?" "No beta... You just grew up into a big girl." "But... Ami... I'm still the shortest girl in class and this hurts." "Ahhh..." I still remember those pleading eyes of my Ami begging me... Continue Reading →

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