you can always bleed a little more.
Nothing ever ends poetically /
it ends and we turn it into poetry.
All that blood was never once beautiful,
it was just red.TROMOS / KAIT ROKOWSKI
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﹙ chapter twelve, act one ﹚
mara cayden.
northern island, the arena.
july, 70 att.
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