She stood there, silhouetted against the falling London rain, looking like a angel or perhaps a goddess. Stepping forward I began to call out when, suddenly, she disappeared.
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This one isn't particularly the best (blame my brain at 2am for this) but I still wanted to put it up
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Poems and Other Stuff Like That
Historia CortaJust where I'm going to dump all my poems and stuff like that. Please read at your own discretion as it may be triggering at times
