[SFW VERSION]
🌹 There's something wonderful in those who stare death in the face. Even in a world wracked by relentless calamity, flowers blossom between a sea of corpses, the shapeless crimson rivers marched over by mechanical instruments of mass...
[Just something I felt like writing for the sweetest girl. And I might write more in the future... in very small numbers, of course. Fret not!! This isn't becoming a poetry collection..]
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I think I'm losing, losing Losing it on how you made me feel I can't stop sinking, thinking I'm without your smiles every meal I'd beg and pray away this blood I'm stained, in dirty little clues If I'm a mystery, I hate to be A phantom without you
Dirty guns ablaze, to call my name A sweet, sweet tune I miss And though these hands can reach However far, my heart remains remiss How wrong of me To thoughtlessly Give way to vile muse How wrong of I To weep and cry When I am without you