SHAZIA—the cynical
JAEHYUK— the golden boy
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seasons of our ruin
Poetryseasons of ruin had flooded my flimsy plastic veins two years ago when he took his last breath. the sinking feeling of tar black grief ripped and gnawed my insides as my heart slowly crumbled and collapsed. but nothing had ever effected your golden...
aesthetics
SHAZIA—the cynical
JAEHYUK— the golden boy