![]() magnetic roseA Poem by winter;lyra
boy do let it be off
the last guard that costs a dime the last pawn that pulls the crime on the night of seven moons doom flesh with no insurance on cursed discourse with the devil the noose's bruise cool rested on your skin feels like a fairly decent evening the past years struggle to exist on memories you're prone to desist © 2019 winter;lyra |
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Added on February 24, 2019 Last Updated on February 24, 2019 Author
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