My name is Blooming Red.


My name is Blooming Red.

My mother's is Can't Stand Red.

My father's name is Always Owns a Pair of Shoes That Are Red.

I come from a people who are know for migrating & shape-shifting.

After I go, they will say I was a cloud drifting across a summer sky that the sound of my voice was like rain while you sleep and I came here as a witness to cycles of home and red red blood red.

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