I'm almost done with this piece, I just need to iron out this crease. It looks amazing with the flesh of females easily fooled by a sweet man upon a stool. With drink in her hand and kind words in her ear, I painted their cheeks with Misery's tear. Their skin is perfect for this aspect. Would you like to inspect the subject?
Her cries wane, but substain Animosity's monstrosity.
It's a perfect fit, I'll have to admit.And his coat was made of good roast beef,
of good roast beef, of good roast beef,
And his coat was made of good roast beef,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...