A. E. Red Writing

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Lost Girl, Found Girl

A Poem by A. E. Red

Just a therapy session

17 Days

A Poem by A. E. Red

Inhale, choke.Exhale, cry.All I want to know is why.Why here? Why now?Why me? Why us?I knew from the startthis was more than just lust.The taste of yo..

Clouds

A Story by A. E. Red

The grass beneath her feet was dry and unkempt, it stuck like a hair in the shower to the sweat on her toes. Her nostrils flared, the tiny bumps on he..

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