── 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘.
and i'll watch your words of cloying sweet honeycomb snap into thick silence, thicker than roses drowned in ivory milk, engrave tragedy into my fate with the blade of my own archenemy.
── 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘.
and i'll watch your words of cloying sweet honeycomb snap into thick silence, thicker than roses drowned in ivory milk, engrave tragedy into my fate with the blade of my own archenemy.
Drenched from the blood in my veins, this book speaks of the different aspects of the dark. Catastrophically, the woeful brooks flow through these pages, bringing with them, the unavoidable, unwaveri...