Jul 2020
The drops of blood
Flows from the
Once cold heart,
That rusted in the
Rain of conflicted
Darkness.
Yet the trauma of
The dark void
Makes her hesitate
To take the next breath,
From cupid's bow.
Flows from the
Once cold heart,
That rusted in the
Rain of conflicted
Darkness.
Yet the trauma of
The dark void
Makes her hesitate
To take the next breath,
From cupid's bow.
(22/F)
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