Smiling Upon Her Demise by Poetic T

Jul 2017

Loose weavings suffocated
      her breath...

That inanimate object of fear.

Glanced her last breath
                      statically smiling....

I hate porcelain dolls , give me the creeps

#chocking #hair #doll #scared

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Poetic T On Oblivions Doorstep

(On Oblivions Doorstep)

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