she was the angel who stole the devil's slice,
he was an adventure, trapped in a body of ice.
there's no looking once, for you'll die thrice.
she was a bad habit, and he was a vice.
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Poesia❝the day you'll return, is when i'll write about rainy days and coffee stains.❞ *** Lowercase intended for stylistic purposes. A poetry book. Other information inside. Completed. Cover credits to @Zayn_Imagines. ♠ My original work. All rights are re...
