Personal Message

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@erato
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
 
 
it's a cruel world
drenched in crimson red
ι’м үσυя cαяηαℓ ғℓσωεя, ι’м үσυя вℓσσ∂ү яσsε. ριcк мү ρεтαℓs σғғ αη∂ мαкε мү нεαят εxρℓσ∂ε. ι’м үσυя ∂εα∂ℓү ηιgнтsнα∂ε, ι’м үσυя cнεяяү тяεε. үσυ’яε мү σηε тяυε ℓσvε, ι’м үσυя ∂εsтιηү
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For she had been a flower cultivated into a decayed soil, a place where warm, shimmering rays of sunlight could never reach her. Wrath and agony, the critical need for survival was deeply rooted into her human manifestation, and her deadly lethal thorns ached to sink into the skin of her enemies. She could no longer recall the twitching feeling that tugged her tiers into a smile, her senses had become foreign to how the warmth of someone else’s body felt against hers; for she could only welcome the ice cold touch of a corpse. Momo’s emotions had been limited to all but one: revenge. She is a force to be reckoned with, a manipulative, stoic and often cynical force.
 
9
november
there is only one rule, my rule
 
author
twenty seven
panual
poetic
 
" make me"
 
 
pm to plot.
 
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