Vicious was her name, tattooed in her pain
With curls crowning her head, painting her with red
She was called nothing but a witty death
But for they have known they were wrong
For her sword was sharper than a heart
And duller than love
Sorry for the inactivity and lack of updates, this week has been really hectic for me plus school is acting like a jerk face again. I've barely found time to edit and write in this book. Again, sorry for the trouble!
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Denouement
Puisi'Nothing kills a man more than his own mind.' A series of short, dark poetry inspired by those who have no home and those with no heart. Highest Rating #162 13.3.2016 This amazing cover is made by cluttering! Go check them out!
