beauty of clockwork
she was artwork crafted
in hell, made to destroy
with her love and mend
with her dark swooning
tongue but die when she
finally loved herself.
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The Lace Age | ongoing.
Poetry"My head is full of thorns too harmful to leave unattended. " A collection of poems, short stories and free speeches. Copyright Ariana Miriam.
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beauty of clockwork
she was artwork crafted
in hell, made to destroy
with her love and mend
with her dark swooning
tongue but die when she
finally loved herself.
